Summary:You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.
A/N:SMUT! This was supposed to be plot but it’s genuinely just smut and fluff oops. Enjoy it while it lasts because its about to get so fucking sad lol. Anyways thanks everyone for being so supportive towards the series!
“You speak about (Y/N) in a very loving way. Did you ever have a physical or romantic relationship with her?” Bucky’s therapist questioned.
He paused. That part of his relationship felt private to him. It felt like only he and (Y/N) should know. It was never about anyone else, no one else had ever known what they had. He didn’t feel at liberty to share.
“It’s not something I want to talk about.” He avoided eye contact as he replied.
“Why is that?”
“After SHIELD and HYRDA’s secrets were leaked to the world, it felt like everyone could get their hands on whatever information they wanted about me, (Y/N)’s information too. The stuff we shared with each other is the only private life I have left. I don’t feel like telling anyone about it.” Bucky explained. Dr Raynor nodded comfortingly. As much as she wanted too, she didn’t push it.
Moscow
2013
Your tits were shoved up against the cold concrete wall of the shower. Bucky’s cut abs were pushed into your back, his hands firmly holding your hips in place as he buried his cock into you. The warm trickling of water down your nude frame only heightened your senses to what was happening in your core. Bucky’s grunts were muffled by your sharp moans.
“Holy fuck, baby!” You groaned, feeling yourself tighten around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” One of your hands held against the wet wall in front of you, and the other clenched Bucky’s real hand at your waist.
The dark pit in your stomach was winding into a tight knot, an influx of little stars pecked at the corners of your vision. Bucky was relentless, he had worlds of stamina and was stronger than he realised.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you let your orgasm pulse through you. Bucky felt your knees weakening, his hands held harder around your hips to keep you in place.
“Please don’t stop,” you whined,
You could practically feel the smirk on Bucky’s lips, “want me to speed up, darling?” he growled, thrusting himself harder inside you. You unravelled on him, your abdomen tensing while your eyes squeezed shut. Pure bliss pounded through your veins while you came all over Bucky’s thick member.
A string of curse words fell from your mouth, stifling Bucky’s deep grunts.
He slowed down as you mellowed from your high, gently pulling his cock out of your core. His hands on your waist turned your frame to face him.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmured, his lips falling down to connect with yours. The kiss was tantalizing and smooth. Bucky’s hands softly trailed down to your plump ass. He swiftly lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
One of your hands moved to tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulling it slightly to move his face away from yours. He smirked at you, taking in your gorgeous features. Your other hand slipped between your bodies to wrap around his length, it was slick with your wetness. You jerked it slowly, watching Bucky bite down on his lip.
You lined him up with your entrance and he pushed himself inside. You let slip a heavenly moan.
He began slowly thrusting again, his hands firmly gripping your as to hold your body steadily up against the shower wall. His member pushed deeply inside you with every movement Bucky made. You clawed against his shoulder blades, his body now pressed tightly up against yours.
You knew you were close again, the knot in your stomach never having the chance to unravel. Your walls clench around him, your legs shaky and tense.
“Fucking hell,” you groaned, arching your back against the concrete. Your head fell back with closed eyes, not being able to focus on anything other than the sheer ecstasy pulsing through your body with every thrust.
Bucky was close too, but you knew he wouldn’t finish until you did again. He took pride in knowing how intensely he could pleasure you.
Your moans echoed through the shower, still encapsulated by the rich feeling of hot water falling along your body. Without warning, you let go. Your hands grabbed at Bucky’s muscled back, your body shaking and tightening as your high hit you like a wave. You couldn’t even think, all you could feel was euphoria. Bucky didn’t hesitate, his pounding thrusts became sloppy and uneven, his fingers clenched hard against the delicate skin of your ass. With one last growl he filled you up, his toned figure tense against yours.
You both took a moment, heaving breaths in time with each other. Your hearts racing at the same pace. He would no doubt recover before you could.
Bucky moved first, slipping himself out of you and gently lowering your feet to the floor. His velvet lips left a trail of kisses across your sensitive collarbone.
“Come stay with me tonight.” You painted, your fingers tangled into his wet, dark hair.
“If we get caught-” Bucky began, speaking against the rich skin of your neck,
“How would we get caught? We’re two of the stealthiest assassins in the world.”
His head dragged up to meet yours, his gaze focused on your delicate, pink lips.
“Well, when you put it that way,” he smiled, leaning in for the hundredth kiss of the night.
~
The early amber sun seeped through your blinds like fresh honey through beeswax. It softly pulled you from your peaceful slumber. You couldn’t help but listen to the soft snores of the man next to you. Bucky took up most of the bed space with his huge frame. You cuddled up next to him, admiring how the light entangled in his brunette locks.
Bucky lay sleeping on his stomach, his real arm stretched out to rest over your nude body. He looked comfortable with the duvet pooled around his waist. You’d crept in on him in his room a few times before, he’d always be sleeping on the ground, with nothing but an old blanket. It didn’t seem like something he wanted to talk about, or something he even knew how to talk about. He’d always just say his ‘bed was too soft’. But now, in your bed, he was content.
You shuffled your body closer to his, watching him as he stirred slightly. He didn’t seem ready to get up. Rolling onto his side to face you, you were able to snuggle into his warm chest. His arm instinctively embraced you, his huge frame engulfing yours.
You’d never felt the need to feel safe, you always carried weapons, you were highly skilled, immensely trained. No one in their right mind would try anything on you. But Bucky, your snowman, he made you feel secure. He finally made you feel like you had something worth living for. It was such an obscure feeling to you, it almost felt daunting. Like you finally had something to lose. You wondered if this is what love felt like.
“Stop thinking.” He grumbled, his morning voice raspy.
“That’s difficult when I have such a big, smart brain.” You giggled, your hand moving to push a piece of his long hair from his face.
“Yea, I love that big, smart brain.” He replied, his large hand moving down your back to squeeze your ass.
You looked at his resting face, his eyes hadn’t opened yet. His soft features remained relaxed while his hand stroked along your back.
“Did you dream last night?” You pondered, quietly.
“No.” He replied, remaining in his position of rest. “Did you?”
“Mhm,” you started, “I dreamt about the ocean.”
“Was it a good dream?”
“Yea. I could smell the salty water, and feel the hot sand. It was loud, the crashing waves seemed violent, but it was peaceful. I’ve never been to the beach though,” you rolled over slightly to stare at the ceiling. “Darling,” you added, “have you ever thought about escaping?”
This pulled Bucky’s eyes open, “escape?”
“Escape from this life? Leave HYDRA, be normal people.” You explained, barely above a whisper. Letting your thoughts fall onto the sheets.
“Do you think you can be a normal person?” He inquired.
You paused. All you’d known your whole life was HYDRA. All you’d ever done was assassinate and infiltrate. You’d never had to a cook a meal, do taxes, mow a lawn. But the human part of you always wanted too.
“I guess not.”
Bucky looked over at you with soft eyes. “I don’t remember being a normal person either.” He added, as an attempt at comforting you.
“Were you ever a normal person?” you questioned,
“I think so. I think I lived in New York for a while. Sometimes I have patchy memories about what I think was my old life, and my old friends.” He cracked a faint smile.
“Did you see her much after that mission?” Dr Raynor asked Bucky. She seemed interested in (Y/N).
“Yea. I saw her in passing a few times. She spent a lot of time at the base I was at. Sometimes I’d be out of cryo for weeks on a mission. That’s when I saw her the most.”
“What did you do together?”
“Played card games, trained together, built weapons, I taught her how to snipe. Normal shit, I guess.” It felt strange thinking about it all. It felt like a different lifetime to him.
“I guess that is somewhat normal for trained assassins. Did you tell her anything about yourself? After she explained her story, did you reciprocate that?” His therapist questioned.
“I couldn’t. I didn’t really remember that much about myself. Everything I knew was wiped, I was pretty much a blank slate. I couldn’t even tell her my name because I didn’t know it.” Bucky shrugged.
“What did she call you then?”
“She gave me a nickname. Snegovik. It means snowman in Russian. She thought it was hilarious, because I was the Winter Soldier. If anyone else called me snowman I would’ve snapped their necks, but when she did it-“ Bucky paused to think, “It felt nice.”
Moscow
2012
“What’re you doing, snegovik? (snowman)” You placed yourself down at the table opposite Bucky. He looked up at you, his pale blue eyes gazing into yours. You noticed Bucky started looking differently at you as you spent more time together. Instead of a look of hostility or annoyance as he gave to everyone else, it was a gentle look. A look you would give birds dancing in a fountain on a warm day, or a look you would give the sun as it rose so smoothly over the snowy mountains.
“Reading.” He shut the file laid out in front of him. The maroon file had a black HYDRA symbol resting in the middle. It was his next target.
“I haven’t had a case in weeks. I’m bored out of my mind. Do you wanna go to the firing range with me?” You queried. The HYDRA base you were currently stuck at had one of the largest firing ranges down in the basement, with a very fun collection of weaponry.
“I know what we can do. Let’s go snezhinka. (snowflake)” Bucky pushed up against the table to stand, he grabbed his file and walked off. You quickly followed behind.
The two of you ended up in a large room full of dark grey lockers. It was an empty, dusty smelling room. Not many agents or assassins resided at this base so it was mostly desolate.
Bucky pulled a few lockers open, his metal fingers clanking against the steel lockers. He tossed a large coat towards you. It was black with a soft fur lining the hood.
“Put that on.” He demanded.
“Are we going outside?” You asked, tossing the coat over your shoulders and zipping up the front.
“Mhm.” Bucky pulled his sniper rifle out of a locker. It was already put together. He grabbed a small, red box of ammunition and an extra scope. He walked off again, he tended to do that.
You waltzed off behind him.
“Don’t you need a coat too?”
“No. I’m the snowman, remember?” He smirked back at you. Bucky didn’t smile very often, you always tried to savour the moments that he did.
The two of you exited the compound through a side door, it simply led out into the snowy forest. He began walking out into the snow, along a path he’d obviously walked plenty of times before. The large pines that inhabited the forest were covered in a layer of thick snow. The reminisce of grass and flowers barely poked through the large sheet of white on the ground.
Bucky’s path guided to a small, wooden sniper nest. It was an old sniper range that used to be for protecting the base. As more enhanced people began showing up, HYDRA moved to using giant concrete bunkers instead.
Bucky threw down a thin, dark green blanket and lay down on his stomach. He quickly set up his sniper rifle and adjusted the scope.
“Lie down.” He asserted. You complied, lying down on your stomach next to him. There was nearly no room between your bodies, the sniper nest seemed like it was only made for one. His body radiated heat like a fire. So much for snowman, you thought. Bucky lined up the spare scope and passed it over to you.
“Look through that.”
You stared through the small scope, it showed a few trees over two kilometres away. “What am I looking for?” You asked, quietly.
Bucky didn’t reply. The sound of the silenced sniper announced, and a single pinecone burst into pieces. You turned from the scope to look at the man next to you. “That was 2,000 meters away, holy shit.”
“2,248 meters.” He added, lifting the sniper to sit in front of you. “Your turn.”
“I told you, snegovik, I can’t snipe. I’ve never been good at it.”
“I’ll teach you.” He took the spare scope from your hand. “Get nice and close to the gun, your shoulder should be up against this part,” he motioned to the back end of the rifle, you shuffled so you were in place, “look through the scope,” you did as he instructed, “and here,” his hand grabbed your wrist, the cool metal of his fingers burnt against your hand. You didn’t know much about how his metal arm worked, but he seemed to have amazing control over it. He was so gentle as directed your hand to a dial near the scope, “use this to adjust your sight. Take it to 500 metres out, we’ll start off easy.”
You adjusted the scope. 500m. You agilely moved to line up with a large pine cone resting on one of the giant pine trees.
“Deep breath.” Bucky said lightly, “fire.”
Your finger snapped down the trigger and the bullet flew. Bucky watched through his own scope as the bullet hit its target.
“I did it!” You announced,
“You’re not as bad as you thought.” He smiled, “go further out and try again.”
You and Bucky sat in that tiny sniper nest shooting pinecones for hours.
~
Bucky left early that morning for his mission, leaving you at the base by yourself for a few days. You spent most of those days shooting and you spent your nights combat training. Unsurprisingly, you’d developed some severe insomnia. In your line of work it wasn’t uncommon. Kraken didn’t want you to take any sort of sleeping medication that the HYDRA doctors suggested because he was afraid it would affect your work ethic. He wanted you staying sharp. Arguably, running off no sleep didn’t have you very sharp.
It was another regular night. 2, maybe 3 in the morning, you were in the gym, giving everything you had to a black punching bag. Your bandaged knuckles were feeling the force with every blow. You tiring body felt shaken under the strenuous training you were putting yourself through.
“It’s a bit late for this, snezhikna.” A deep voice announced from the entrance of the gym. You turned to see a muscular figure. He was covered in black clothing, only revealing his face and his large metallic arm. Not many people were able to sneak up on you, except Bucky, he always could.
“How was the mission?” You returned to your punching bag.
“The target was eliminated.” You heard the faint sound of his boots approaching. By the time you spun around he was directly behind you. “Let’s spar. It doesn’t look like that bag’s putting up much of a fight.”
He moved towards the thin gym mats. You watched as he adjusted his arm, each metal part whirring into place. You unravelled your knuckles, standing on the mat opposite him. The two of you stared in silence for a moment, the tension between you hung like a heavy, black smoke. A vicious grin flicked along your mouth and you began.
Punches were met with dodges, kicks were defended with blocks. You ducked, grabbed his metal wrist and pinned it behind him. He adjusted and threw your body over the top of him. You landed hard on the ground. He smiled. You whipped around and caused his legs to fall out from beneath him. He fell, and you quickly moved to throw your legs around his neck. He lay on the ground in a choke hold between your legs. You didn’t apply too much pressure, just enough to stop him from moving.
“Nice job.” He grunted. Just as you thought he would tap out, he grabbed either side of your waist and twisted you so he was able to free himself from your legs. You scrambled to get off your back but Bucky was too quick. His muscular legs had your ankles pinned down and his metal arm had both of your wrists over your head. It clicked into place and held you pinned to the ground.
You’d never felt weak in your life, you were skilled, strong, smart. But Bucky sitting above you like this made you feel so small.
“How can I tap out if you’re holding my arms?” You joked.
Without a moment’s warning Bucky lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours. Everything about Bucky was harsh, rough, and cold. But his kiss, it was gentle and sweet.
You kissed back without hesitation, his metal arm relaxed and your hands tangled into his messy hair. He unpinned your legs and you instinctively wrapped your thighs around his waist. His soft, real hand caressed your waist, holding you as if you were fragile china.
He didn’t touch you with his metal hand. He used it to hold up his weight. He never barely ever touched you with that hand. He never knew how strong it really was and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. Ever since you’d told him his hand was cold, he’d been much more cautious with it. You were the warmth in his life. He didn’t want to mess that up.
“Snegovik, we can’t do this here.” You smiled up at him, your hands held gently against his cheeks, his stubble tickling your palms.
“Let’s go then, my snezhinka.” He carefully picked you up and led you out of the gym.
Summary: You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.
A/N: I haven’t posted in like 300 years, but I hope you guys enjoy this new series! This follows parts of TFATWS so expect spoilers! (Also I’m sure all the Russian is absolutely wrong, if you’d like to correct it please send me a message!)
Word Count: 1,815 (future chapters will be wayyy longer)
“So tell me about this-” the therapist looked down at her notes briefly, “(Y/N).” She finished.
Bucky paused momentarily, “No.”
“James, for these therapy sessions to be effective, you need to open up to me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.” His therapist responded, laying her pen carefully on her small notebook.
Bucky thought for a moment, taking in the ambience of the room. What would he even say about (Y/N)? He hadn’t seen her in years. Bucky was kicking himself for accidentally bringing her up in his session last week. “I- uh-” he stammered, shifting his weight on the couch, “I met her in 2011. At least I think it was 2011. Date’s get kinda fuzzy sometimes, with all the cryo.” Bucky’s hand pressed against his head, feeling dazed as he tried to think back. “It was at the big HYDRA base outside of Moscow. We had to go on a mission together-” he was cut off,
“Did she work for HYDRA?” Dr Raynor interjected.
“Yea. She was an assassin too. She went by the alias the Viper.” Bucky pretended not to notice his therapist tense up. Anyone who knew anything about HYDRA knew who the Viper was. She was one of the most prolific assassins after the Winter Soldier.
“Tell me more about when you met her.”
“We were instructed to take out a terrorist organisation forming against SHIELD. Which was ironic because we were working for a terrorist organisation. But at this point SHIELD was being run by HYDRA and they couldn’t risk any slip ups, so they put 6 assassins on the job. HYDRA usually didn’t have their assassins working together, we were all too volatile. But we had to take out over 70 people in one night. It was (Y/N), a few assassins from the Red Room, and a few agents that HYDRA had trained personally, and me.” Bucky stopped.
“Where was (Y/N) trained?”
“At a secondary facility run by HYDRA. She was trained from a really young age. It’s all she’s known.” Bucky seemed somber. But his therapist continued,
“What happened on the mission?”
“Nothing. It went exactly to plan. The targets were taken out and we all left without a trace. But (Y/N), she- she kept trying to talk to me, or get to know me. I was the Winter Soldier. No one in their right mind ever tried to ‘get to know me’.”
“Why do you think (Y/N) did that?”
“She told me she was bored.” He replied bluntly.
Moscow
2011
The poorly lit conference room was filled with a myriad of assassins and officials. The only illumination came from old LED lights hanging from the concrete ceiling. The mossy green paint on the walls looked as if it hadn’t been patched up in years. The only new-ish part of the room was the large, oak conference table, surrounded by black, leather seating. It was difficult not to notice the red HYDRA symbol holding a spot on almost every piece of clothing in the area.
“TITAN terroristicheskaya organizatsiya, formiruyushchayasya protiv nas. (TITAN is a terrorist organisation forming against us.)” Kuznetsov spoke, “Izbrannyye budut otpravleny segodnya vecherom v Ukrainu dlya vypolneniya postavlennoy zadachi. Uberi ikh. (The chosen ones will be sent to Ukraine tonight to complete their given tasks. Take them out.)”
That was all it took. You stared at the file in front of you. You had read through it multiple times, going over every single name, every single skill set your targets had. You were more than certain you could complete this job on your own. But you had no choice on the matter.
Your eyes darted around, taking in the faces of the assassins that were to accompany you on your mission. Two youthful females, dressed in black leather sat next to each other. The older, grimacing woman behind them was Madame B., the head supervisor of the Red Room. You moved your gaze to the two agents in dark green uniforms and red, soviet berets. Neither looked particularly menacing.
You finally landed on the last assassin. His dark hair fell like curtains around his face. Gloomy blue eyes searched their way through the room. His sharp jaw seemed tense through his stubbled cheeks. He was large, extremely built. Covering his frame was an amplitude of black clothing and gear.
“Play nice.” Your mentor spoke softly over your shoulder, breaking you from your train of thought.
“I always do.”
~
Your padded snow boots ripped through the thick snow covering the ground. The six of you had hiked your way to the set point on your GPS systems, the clouds of snowfall covering your vision held the illusion that there were absolutely no structures nearby. A large helicopter had dropped the group a few miles out from the hideout to ensure nothing was compromised. The trek was in utter silence, fighting against the harsh temperature in mid February.
The waypoint became closer on your map, a tiny building slowly appeared in your vision against the foggy downfall. It was a small, wooden cabin. Everyone hustled their way through the unlocked door. It was barren, it held no furniture, no blankets, no means of any life. There appeared to be a few doors that led to small, empty rooms. The entrance only held a small fireplace, filled with old cut down logs that had been eaten by bugs.
The group quickly dispersed, you headed to one of the rooms alone, throwing down your belongings onto the floor. The bag you carried was mainly filled with weapons and ammunition, along with a very warm sleeping bag. You knew too well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, but you would need the extra heat for now.
There was no chatter anywhere in the house. Your mission would begin in 6 hours. Everyone was likely putting together their artillery. You decided to cozy up in your navy sleeping bag for a moment of comfort.
Someone had lit the fire in the lounge. A warm, orange light crept through the cracks in your door. The ambiance was strangely calming for a shitty cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Snow continued to fall against the tiny glass pane of your room. You weren’t a fan of assassinating in the snow. It was low vision, harsher climates, and it lessened the ability to move. Snakes weren’t creatures of the cold. Conveniently you’d been grouped with someone who called himself ‘The Winter Soldier’. I’m sure he loves the cold, you thought.
You’d heard a lot about him. Everyone had. He was the perfect assassin. He never failed a mission, his body didn’t reject cryo, every form of enhancement HYDRA had used on him had been a success. He was what every assassin had aspired to be.
Without thought, you grabbed the glass bottle laying next to you and walked off to the room the Winter Soldier had claimed for the night.
“Privet (Hello)”. You announced, pushing his door open with a creak. His head didn’t turn towards you. He sat on the floor, the sound coming from him indicated he was sharpening knives.
“Khochesh’ vypit’? (Want a drink?)” You asked, motioning the bottle towards him.
He stayed silent for a moment. Finally he turned, looking up at you from his position on the floor. “What is it?” His dark tone asked back. The amber light from the fire crashed against his features. His strong jaw was covered with a dark stubble, his brunette hair tucked behind his ears. His most obvious feature was the hauntingly blue eyes that sat in sunken sockets, he looked drained.
“It’s vodka.” You stated, honestly. You were surprised to hear he wasn’t Russian, he sounded… American?
“You’re drinking before a mission?” He queried.
You shrugged. “Alcohol doesn’t freeze.” You sat down next to him. “Plus it takes the edge off.” A faint clinking noise announced as you placed the bottle on the floor between you two. He stared at you for a moment, before quietly going back to his knives.
“Wanna play 20 questions?” You interrupted the silence.
“No.”
“What about truth or dare?”
“I’m not 14.” the soldier replied, his eyes not leaving his handy work.
“How old are you?” You shot back,
“Why are you trying to get to know me?” He dodged your question.
“I’m bored.” You shrugged, taking a deep swig of the vodka. “And by my calculations,” you peered down at your watch, “we still have 3 hours and 27 minutes until the mission starts.”
He gave a shallow sigh, “93.”
“What?”
“I’m 93. How old are you.”
“93?! You were born in 1917?”
“Mhm. How old are you.”
“25. You look great for 93.” You chuckled.
“You look old for 25.” He jabbed back. His knife sharpener still grinding across a 6 inch blade.
“You flatter me.” You replied sarcastically. “So what’s your story? How’d you make it to 93?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”
Bucky looked over at you. “I’m telling you, you don’t want to know.”
“C’mon old man, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” You smirked. He once again, went back to his knives. It almost seemed as if he was trying to threaten you, pulling out larger knife after larger knife.
You huffed, opening your mouth to speak, “I was born in Hungary to a drug abusing mother, and an absent father. I was kidnapped and sold to HYDRA when I was 6. I was placed under the care of the Kraken. Not sure if you’ve met him, he’s this large guy-”
“I’ve met him.” Bucky stated, interrupting your spiel.
“Right, well, he trained me for years. Eventually HYDRA got involved again and I was tested on, experimented on, messed with, ya’ know, all that fun stuff.” You explained.
“Are you enhanced?” Bucky asked, almost as if he was actually interested.
“Yea. I have this whole snake venom trick. It’s great for up close combat. The experiments really should’ve killed me though. But maybe that’s what makes us so good-” Bucky looked over at the woman next to him, her bright eyes stared back at him as she spoke “ya’ know, the best assassins are the ones living off borrowed time. Because we’ve met death before, so we’re not afraid to do it again.”
Bucky quickly grabbed the Barrett M82 rifle next to him, his metal arm making faint whirring noises. “I’m going to scope out the base.” He stated bluntly. And with that, his large black boots walked him out the bedroom, and out the door.
You let out a faint sigh, creeping back to your room to sort out your weapons. You were sure it was something you said that scared him off. I guess at 93 you have to be living off too much borrowed time, you speculated. You absentmindedly set up your pistols, your mind not being able to wander from the Winter Soldier. Maybe annoying the Red Room girls would get your mind off it.
Careful metal fingers that had power to choose between someones life or death mere hours ago, now closed gently around a doorknob, pushing with a delicate force as to make no sound.
Dirt covered boots entered the hallway, a tired sigh leaving Bucky’s lips as he quietly moved to the bathroom. He plucked his sweaty and bloody clothes off his body, tossing his boots in a corner before stripping naked and letting the warm water wash the blood away.
The sound of the water droplets echoed through your mind, your tired eyes refusing to close and fall asleep. You had been up for hours, staring hopefully at the door for him to show up to dinner like he had promised.
Of course, it ended like it always did. You had stopped worrying when he came home late, slipping under the covers when you felt like it and eating your dinner alone.
There were days when he would indeed show up, but even those days you wished he hadn’t. The stretched silence would slice through the air, chewing and sighs filling the rest of the night as you both silently climbed into bed without a word.
At first, he would bother to pull you close to him as he fell asleep, an almost inaudible sniff and sigh passing his lips in content as he would visibly relaxed against you. He would tell you, even when it wasn’t the same, that you were his only peace in this life. You, and the house he had suggested to move into mere years ago.
It was never easy, living with Bucky Barnes, but back then, at least you were trying to hold it all together. Now, it seemed like ‘I love you’s’ were being thrown around like greetings, a silent attempt to keep each other satisfied but never truly meant with the heart.
A year ago, he would leave a sticky-note with a little message, most of the time a ‘Good morning ’ , but nevertheless one where you knew he would come back.
Now, you would wake up in the morning and only feel sheets that were cold for hours, no notes or texts. Calls went unanswered, promises lost its truth, and skin went untouched.
Weeks went by without sex, until you’d have an argument and resort to angry pounding instead of talking it out. Fights never went resolved or ever again addressed, apologies just a mere excuse for peace.
The shower that had played as white noise during your thoughts had stopped, cutting off your train of thought as you picked up the sound of wet feet across the marble floor. You panicked, why would you wait for him?
He always had the tendency to walk naked, but because you barely saw him anymore, him truly naked you couldn’t even remember. The places where tiny scars littered his body, where you used to trace your fingertips, went forgotten. The way he used to call you sweet nicknames because he knew you hated them, but now missed dearly, was just a fragment of the past.
The inevitable creaking of the door made Bucky cringe, the promise of fixing it one day flitting in his mind as he tried to look at you laying in bed through the thick, black darkness of the night. Your silhouette was familiar in his mind, the soft rising and falling of your shoulders bringing a peace through him that now couldn’t seem to wash out the bad night he had.
A bloody mission it was, many throats caught in Bucky´s prosthetic as his weapon had been slapped out of his hands. Team mates too busy saving their own asses, Bucky had to force himself to let his old ruthlessness shine through when the masses augmented.
He had been covered in blood from head to toe, and he can’t seem to erase the horror filled eyes of Steve off his mind. He had looked at him like he had when they had encountered each other again after 70 years, scared, broken and worried.
He thought seeing you would help, but it seemed like nothing truly wipes out your sins. Without bothering to dress, he sat down on a chair, focusing all his attention on you to forget the events consuming his thoughts. He knew he would never be able to sleep if he couldn´t push away the horrible screams for mercy of the fallen HYDRA agents. He new they deserved it, those Nazi’s, but they were still human beings, and his horrible past seemed to catch up to him.
You felt his eyes on you, intense and focused, making your heart involuntarily speed up. It thumped loudly against your ears, and you were pretty sure he had heard it. You prepared yourself for yelling, another fight, maybe this time ending in a breakup, but were both relieved and disappointed when he only sighed.
You were disappointed that you weren´t even worth an argument, that he didn´t care that you faked being asleep. He probably was glad you were, so that he could avoid the awkward confrontation you two would have, so he could avoid coming up with an excuse as to why he was late.
Dropping the towel and pulling on some shorts, Bucky silently climbed into bed. He knew that you were awake, and that you knew he knew, but nevertheless he tried his best to be silent. The broken sigh that escaped his lips traveled across the bed, the empty space between you barely enough for it to brush against your back.
He clenched his metal fist, fighting the urge to reach out and brush your hair, pull you close and whiff your familiar perfume that always cleared the smoke clouding his thoughts. The thing he was so afraid of came true : you finally got sick of him. You acted asleep so you wouldn´t have to talk to him, crawling to the very edge of the bed to not touch him, and the fact that he wasn´t mad made it all worse.
Sleep took over both of you, worries about your relationship pushed to the morning as always as the gaping hole between you became cold and empty. Blood splattered across the black of Bucky’s eyelids, his mind distorting slowly into old and painful memories he had managed to forget with difficulty. He tried to stop them, push them back, but they chained him down and buzzed his head.
It was mere minutes later, when a sharp pain shot up your back. You choked back a strangled groan, your tired eyes barely opening to find a sight you hadn´t seen in so long.
His body was rigid and stiff, his chest shooting up painfully as his fists clenched the bed. His eyes were sewn shut in agony as muffled screams escaped his grinding teeth. Sweat glistened on his exposed chest and arms, ragged breathing pushing past chapped lips begging to let the screams out.
As if on instinct, you grabbed one of the pillows and secured it on his prosthetic, putting your full weight on it as you shuffled up to his face. He started thrashing with his limbs, feeling the pressure on his arm and struggling to breathe through the raspy yells. You immediately pulled his head to your chest, his sweaty hair clinging to your face as you closed your eyes and tried your best to calm him down.
Your fingers rubbed softly over his tightened jaw, his free right arm hitting the mattress and occasionally leaving bruises across your body. You rested your chin on top of his head, his scruff tickling your chest as he huffed hurriedly on your neck.
´´Let it out,´´ you whispered. As soon as you let those words out, his teeth parted and the most heart-wrenching screams echoed through the apartment. You stroked his hair, running your fingers through the strands and pushing them out of his face and behind his ears.
Slowly but surely he calmed down, his rigid body slowly relaxing against you. You put the pillow away, his fists unclenching and his arm whirring in panic. You continued stroking his hair and face, his eyes still closed and his breathing still a little fast, panting muffled against your neck.
You almost drifted back into sleep, when he spoke ever so softly, his voice croaking from the screams he pushed out. ´´I’m sorry´´
His fingers grazed over the bruise on your arm, his eyes watering. It had been so long since he had had one of these episodes, and he’s never going to forgive himself for not being able to stop it when he could. The bruises are not the only thing he’s sorry for, but he didn’t have the energy to express himself.
You smiled lazily, tiredly closing your eyes as you stroked his cheek in an attempt to comfort him, as you knew he was beating himself up about it. He always did. ’’Me too.’’
The unbearable silence that had previously consumed him was replaced by the slow, rhythmic thumping of your heart against his ear as he nuzzled his face in your neck, sighing in content. ‘’I love you,’’ he breathed out sincerely, fire building up inside him for your answer.
Maybe this was the last time he would be in your arms, maybe you’d just say it out of pity and the whole awkwardness would just resume the next morning until he had another one of his inevitable nightmares. But he needed you to say it nevertheless.
‘‘I love you too,’‘ you sighed, kissing his crown to show him you meant it,’‘ too much sometimes.’’
In that moment, you both had hope that your love could be saved as you drifted into a peaceful dream.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Minor Wanda x Vision
Word Count: TBD
Summary: Bucky was supposed to be protecting her, but instead he found himself hurtled back into the past, caught with Darcy in the silver screen daydream of Westview.
A/N: This request is from @foggystudentgentlemenblog . This is a TEASER for the one shot I’m currently writing, putting out the moodboard and a teaser ahead of time gives me fuel. They requested a Darcy and Bucky pairing, they really enjoyed her character in WandaVision, so I’m taking them both into that world (with certain liberties taken, of course.)
“Detective Barnes, you have a call holding on line one.”
This was crazy. This was crazy. One second he was trying to free her from where she’d been brutally handcuffed to the front of a Humvee, the wall of glowing red plasma bearing down on them and the next…
…the next, he was wearing a three piece suit and a fedora, sitting in a cramped little office above a delicatessen.
Sergeant Bucky Barnes, Private Eye, it said over the door.
And Darcy…that beanie-clad nerd, ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag…thatDarcy was currently perched on his desk, hair undone and blouse undone even further, phone in her hand as she leveled her gaze on him.
Gone were the glasses. Gone was the eclectic wardrobe. The lipstick was the same–bright red, but instead of just adding to her quirkiness, Bucky felt something stirring deep and low.
Darcy pressed a button on the phone and hung up the receiver, her eyes never leaving his. Each move was somehow seductive, something visceral and new and completely not right.
“Wh-What are you doing, Darcy?”
“Answering the phone, boss.”
Boss.Boss. Jesus Christ.
Bucky knew this for what it was.
They’d been caught up in Wanda’s unreality. The borders of Westview had expanded, and they hadn’t been able to escape in time. Why the hell Bucky still retained his faculties, he hadn’t a clue–but one look at Darcy, and he knew she was under Wanda’s spell.
“You gonna take the call, or what?” Darcy popped her gum. Bucky’s heart fell at the crass yet suggestive tone, and the way the sepia tone of the film noir washed out her skin.
“I’ll take it, doll.
Ohhhhh. I can not wait for this one. Damn babe you’re amazing.
Summary: It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
A/N: I know people don’t like time skips but oh well. Thank you @theantisoci-alone for liking my chapters. If you want the full story til the last chapter i have edited! I’ll post em just for ya.
Masterlist:Charmaine (if this the first chapter you come across and haven’t read the other chapters)
Charm creates a small flame in her hand, boredly playing with it. Cyan was in the bathroom finishing getting dressed, leaving her by herself in the pilot seat.
They were on the way to take down this science division that had the injection for water powers. Mazikeen already had a hold on the earth injections but didn’t have a girl yet to use it on. They’re in Tokyo, to be exact.
“Cyan, hurry up; we’re almost there!”
“I’m coming; I’m coming, don’t rush me. This catsuit, Mazikeen insists us on wearing, is too damn small to put on. It won’t come over my ass.”
“You better squeeze those ass cheeks; the army ships already landed,” Eternal said, looking at the GPS screen for the other ships. Cyan walks out of the bathroom out of breath.
“Ugh! We do missions every other day and turn out with nothing. I’m tired of using my powers for no reason.”
“At least we get to go to the city on the weekend. I heard there was a festival going on tomorrow night; we should go.”
“Most definitely, I want to see the cuties there.”
“I thought you were with that boy named Carlos?”
“Girl, he wouldn’t talk to me at dinner yesterday so I’m moving on. I can’t wait on no man; I got a life to live.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, Cyan.”
Both women have been fairies for the last year since they’ve been captured. They were the two best fighting soldiers Mazikeen had, which comes with many privileges—for example, their own jet. After landing, Cyan and Charmaine stood in front of the formation, ready to give out commands.
“Second unit goes with Cyan while first goes with me. Don’t stop until you find that injection.” The Eternal Flame said as her eyes ignited purple. Cyan hair turned white, and her hands sparkled with electricity. She motions her platoon for them to follow her.
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Both Cyan and Eternal Flame hid behind a pillar from some guards.
“E what about that guy that sits with the spies at dinner even though he is an assassin. What’s his name?” Cyan whispered, peaking around the corner a little.
Eternal Flame rolled her eyes, whispering.“ You mean Jay.”
“Yeah him. What about him for your date to the festival.” Cyan asked, and simultaneously they took out the guards with their powers.
“ Focus on the mission, then find me a date.” Eternal Flame said earnestly, bending down grabbing the guard key card from his shirt pocket. “Who said even anything about me having a date?”
“I did.” Cyan winked then walked in a different direction, going down a hallway. “ I think it would be fun to have one!”
Eternal Flame sigh giving her focus back on the mission going into an elevator.
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Both Cyan and Eternal Flame stood on the roof edge; as Cyan held on to the director’s shirt, so he wouldn’t fall over the ledge. Eternal was ready to go because it was another failed mission.
“ I don’t have the i-injections.” He stammers nervously, looking between the two girls.
“What did you do with them??” Cyan growled, grabbing more of his shirt.
“I sold them to a God and Captain America.”
“Mazikeen isn’t going to like this, fuck!” Eternal huff crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who the fuck is Captain America?!"Cyan asked, getting angry.
"He’s an Avenger.”
Cyan lets go of his shirt; stepping back, she nods her head over to Eternal. The fire fairy steps forwards, kicking him backward off the roof. They both stood there straight-faced, watching him fall to his death.
“So, do you think Jay is cute?” Cyan asked, still looking down.
“For a guy with long hair, he is cute.” Eternal Flame agreed, placing her hands in her pockets. Cyan squealed like an excited school girl wrapping her arm around the fire fairy’s shoulder.
“I’m definitely going to ask him at dinner.”
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They giggled walking down the halls in the base, going to their shared room. One of Mazikeen’s messengers stops them in their tracks.
“Mazikeen wants to see you in her office.”
Cyan huffs while Eternal rolled her eyes, already knowing what was going to happen. Soon they were standing in front of Mazikeen’s desk. The demon held a solemn look between the two fairies.
“So where is the injection?”
Cyan spoke first,“ The man had sold it to some guy named Captain America.”
Mazikeen leaned forward in her seat, listening intensely, “Who??”
“Who what? Who is the man?”
“Yes, Cyan, who is the man that it was sold too.”
“I don’t fucking know Mazikeen. I asked him, he said exactly what I just said, and Eternal kicked him off the roof.”
“Watch it. Eternal, why would you kick him off the damn roof if you knew he was a liability. I have been letting you two slack on missions, but this is the last fucking straw; I need that water injection!” Mazikeen said, standing up; hair ignited in flames. “ You two are the best in this base, but obviously these missions don’t mean shit to you. That means you’re fucking worthless.”
Eternal grew angry, tired of the disrespect,“ No, these missions don’t mean shit to us because it doesn’t benefit neither one of us. I am the Eternal Flame; I only became a part of your organization because of Cyan. We are the two most deadly elements; without that you would be nothing.”
Mazikeen knew she was right but didn’t want to admit it, angrily she pointed to the torture chamber door, “To the room. Don’t stop until I say so. You the know the drill guards.”
When the guard places his hand on Eternal’s shoulder, she snatches away knowing exactly what to do. The mind wiping would cause them so much pain.
Not even 5 minutes later they’re screams is heard. Mazikeen sat down with a satisfied smirk on her face.
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“Hey Steve, Hey Sharon,” Bucky said, walking through the front doors of the Avengers Tower. Steve stood next to Sharon as if they were in a conversation.
“Hey Bucky.” They both greet, stopping their conversation. 6 months ago, Bucky accepted that Charmaine wasn’t coming back, so he got himself together, getting into the world and dating. Sharon had put him on the receptionist from downstairs. They had gone on a date last night, and safe to say; he enjoyed himself.
“How was the date?” Steve asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
“ It was good; Rebecca is really funny.” Bucky smiled, thinking about the good conversation they had last night. “She’s a fun person to be around.”
“That’s good to hear; I’m surprised that you didn’t take her home."Sharon joked, making Steve let out a small laugh, but Bucky didn’t laugh; instead, he bit his lip. They stopped when they noticed Bucky’s face.
"Buck, you took her home??” Steve asked, shocked. “ Are you serious?”
“ We were drunk! I didn’t know until I woke this morning.” Bucky said in defense, trying to keep himself from laughing, but it didn’t work.
“Wow, that’s really shocking."Sharon grabbed Steve’s hand. Steve pressed the up button."Let’s go see what Lori is making for lunch.”
Sharon and Steve have been talking for a while now, but he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet. He felt that she wasn’t the one for him right now, and maybe that would change in the future. But he couldn’t tell her that was the real reason why he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend.
Lori’s tongue stuck out as she focused on the big meal that she was preparing. It was one of those months where all the avengers either stayed or came to the visit. Her 8-month belly poked out in front of her, preventing the mother from grabbing certain things. Natasha walked behind her, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, mama, you need some help?”
“Yes, please, grab some seasoning from the cabinet.”
Natasha does as so, grabbing multiple seasonings. Lori turned on the blacktop, preparing to cook the burgers. Peter walks into the kitchen, holding a box of legos. “Mom, can you help me build these legos when we’re done eating?”
This year has been hard on them, mostly Peter. He had lost Aunt May to a mugging a couple of months after the situation with Charmaine. His family helped him back to his feet, Tony adopted him, and when Lori and Tony officially got together, she took him in as a son.
Lori and Tony’s relationship has blossomed beautifully. Who knew being his assistant would soon make her his wife. They were engaged and soon plan to elope instead of having a wedding. She was pregnant with a baby girl at the moment but nobody knew but her since she went to the doctors this morning to find out the gender.
“Yes, Peter, I’ll come help,” Lori said, picking up some meat, rolling it in her hand into some balls.“What kind are they?”
“Star Wars, duh!"Peter said happily, sitting down in the chair that was in front of the island. "We’re building a ship. I found it at Target when Happy and I went.”
“Peter, you didn’t ask if I wanted to join,” Natasha pout taking out the burger buns. “I like lego creations.”
“You can help too Nat!”
The two Supersoldiers and Agent walk into the kitchen after taking their shoes off, except Sharon, smelling the good cooking food. Both men placed a kiss on Lori’s and Natasha’s cheeks. “It smells good in here. What are we eating?” Steve asked, poking his head over Natasha’s shoulder. She swats him away.
“Steve, move!”
Sharon stood there not knowing what to do but was getting jealous after seeing how close he and Nat were. Bucky sat down beside Peter, and the two engage in a conversation about legos. Lori raised an eyebrow seeing the Agent’s mood change. She raised her finger towards Sharon.
“And who are you?”
The Agent places a piece of hair behind her ear, “Oh, I’m Sharon. I’m an Agent so I work downstairs.”
“That’s why I’ve never seen you before; you’re one of those first-level agents.”
“Lori."Steve scolded, shaking his head. Bucky was amused by how overprotective Lori got over Steve; he’s like her baby. Lori shrugged her placing more meat on the blacktop.
"What? I’m just saying, and Sharon, we don’t wear shoes in the kitchen. Charmaine wanted everyone to be comfortable when they were in here. Even if they were getting a bottle of water.”
“I’m sorry."Sharon apologizes, going back near the elevator so she could take off her shoes. Lori turned towards Steve placing her hands on her hip.
"That’s Sharon?” Lori points towards where Sharon just stood, whispering. “Why are you still leading her on, Steve? Tell her the truth.”
“I don’t know, Lori. She’s a sweet girl."Steve whispered back. "Let’s get off me and get on the fact that Bucky slept with the receptionist that works here.”
Bucky looks up in shock; feeling betrayed, holding his hands up in disbelief, “Dude!”
Natasha, Lori, and Peter turned to Bucky, shocked,“ You slept with the receptionist?!”
“We were drunk!” Bucky said in defense. “I don’t know what happened; I woke up hungover and naked.”
Sharon walked back over, holding her phone to her ear,“ I have to go; I wish I could stay. Steve, can you walk me out?”
Lori side-eye him and Steve gave a look that said, ‘Don’t say anything stupid.’ “Sure, I’ll walk you out, Sharon.” The pair walks towards the elevator.
Lori finished cooking the rest of the burger meat, rubbing her stomach,“ I’ll get Steve when he gets back now back to you, Bucky. What’s her name?”
“Is that blonde blue-eyed from downstairs? What her name? Ruby? No. Rachel?” Natasha wondered, using the tongs to place the already cooked meat on the buns. So all the family had to do when they get their plates, just grab some condiments.
“It’s Rebecca. We went on a date and accidentally got drunk."Bucky shrugged his shoulders, grabbing a piece of bacon that was for condiments. "She’s a good girl.”
“How was she in bed?” Natasha asked, raising her eyebrows. Lori cleared her throat towards Peter who was engaged in their conversation intently. Natasha didn’t care.
“What? He’s going to be in the same position one day.”
“Peter, honey, go set the table.” Lori sigh passing him the plate with tomatoes. Peter pout not wanting to get up from his spot.
“Mom, the conversation was getting good. I know Rebecca, she has really big boo-”
“Peter!” Lori warned, crossing her arms.
“Yes, ma'am."Peter grabs the tomatoes scurrying away from the table.
Summary: Imani is tired of Sebastian’s shit. He doesn’t understand that if he doesn’t act right, she won’t be in the picture long.
A/N: I’ve been going through something and y'all bare with me.
“Sebastian?” Imani walked into his modern apartment. The couple has had their on and off moments and right now it’s really rocky for them.
“In my room!” He replied while she sat her keys down the kitchen countertop. She is 7 months pregnant with his son so she waddled all the way to his room. The problems they faced were he was always either texting another girl, liking their photos, or interacting with them in some way. Sebastian loves Imani but can’t get out of his old ways.
This is why their co-parenting but as of right now trying to fix their relationship. “Where you going?” Imani sat on his bed, taking off her sandals. Sebastian was just in his pants placing his shirt on the bed while he went to brush his teeth and etc.
“I have a couple of interviews today but I won’t be out all day. Maybe we could go on a date once I’m finished?”
Imani felt her face getting hot,“ Yes that sounds good.” Even though all their problems, he still had an effect on her.
“Anthony should be here in any minute.” He said walking into his bathroom. Imani nodded, getting comfortable on the bed. Sitting there for a couple for a second, rubbing her belly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
“I don’t want to be stressed for the next couple of days.” She mumbled trying to ignore it but it buzzed again grabbing her attention. Imani bit her lip, giving in to her suspicion,b and picked up Sebastian’s phone.
Holli- I miss you so much, baby.
Holli- Are you still coming over after your interview? Just hang out with Imeri next time.
It was the first two messages shown on the notification screen. Tears welled in Imani’s eyes because it was too good to be true. Using her face I.D. to get in. More fell as she read the countless texts between Sebastian and Ms.Holli.
Sebastian walked out of the bathroom seeing Imani holding his phone. He knew he was fucked. “Imani…”
“Yeah just hang out with Imeri next.” Imani gave a dry laugh wiping her tears. “I knew this shit was too good to be true.”
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, Imani.” Sebastian tries with her but she wasn’t listening.
“You don’t even have to lie Sebastian. We’re never going to fix what we have because you’re stuck in your old ways!” She cried struggling to put on her sandals since her bump was in the way. “Ugh, I can’t get this stupid shoe on!”
“Imani I’m sorry okay? I wasn’t thinking.” Sebastian reasons with her trying to take the shoe but she snatches away.
To him, texting other females never bothered him because no one has ever corrected him in the past. He has no self-control and doesn’t know it. But seeing Imani heartbroken over him tore him to pieces, he hates seeing her cry. “I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t mean it, Sebastian! This is all lies because once I accept it, you only be the perfect boyfriend for two days then you right back to being a hoe. I’m tired.” Imani gets out the bed, heading down the hallway. Sebastian grabs her hand to keep her from leaving. He doesn’t want Imani out of his life, she means everything to him plus she carries his son.
“Imani I’m sorry baby. I’m really in love with you and with all the strength in my body, I will do better for you.”
“Sebastian you don’t mean it. Let’s face it, this relationship is a mistake. Hell, I’m not even your type.”
“What the hell Imani, you are my type! Imani stops pushing me away. I know I need to work on myself but I also need you in my life too. You complete me.” Sebastian pulled her into his arms, feeling her stomach against him.
She completely broke down, “What…What did I do to deserve this??” Imani clutched onto Sebastian’s shirt. He closed his eyes placing his chin on top of her forehead. He just held her while she cried.
“Imani I’m going to be a better man for you and for our son. I promise.”
“Sebastian we can’t be together.” Imani pulled back from the hug, wiping her tears. Seb looked at her in disbelief.
“What? No!, Imani, I’m sorry I fucked up okay? Imani…” His face turned red from panic. She kissed his cheek, then walked out of his apartment. Out his life.
He just lost his future wife and son.
Sebastian now knew that his actions definitely had consequences.
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Okay so it’s something short but like I said I’ve been going through shit plus having baby fever so why not put those two together!
This was something just to take my mind off it.
If it’s corny, my bad, and plus I didn’t feel like repeatedly writing the word Y/N so I used an actual name.
Plus it’s probably gone be a while before I write something else. I move into college next weekend.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC , Tony Stark x BlackFem!OC.
Warning: Swearing. Angst and Fluff.
Summary: Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
A/N: This is what Mazikeen looks like and I love who I chose for her.
Mazikeen watched her workers bring in her new weapon. It was all coming into order like how she wanted it to be. She wanted her girls to possess the powers of fire, water, earth, and air.
In her opinion, Maze wanted fire and air to be the strongest two out of all. Hydra was giving her all the details on where she could find the serums for water and earth, but since they haven’t responded, she was on her own.
“I’ll do anything, but please don’t hurt my family.” The girl cried from behind Maze. She shuddered at the thought of sadness; these families are making them weak. The demon was tired of it.
“What makes you think you’ll be able to remember them after I’m done with you, hmm?"Maze smirked then pointed at the scientist that controlled the dial. "Mindwipe her. Don’t stop until I say so.”
With that incident from two weeks ago, the demon didn’t want to hear any more disrespect from the girls she captured. Being number one in every country will prove to Lucifer that she handles herself without his help. She would destroy everyone that stood in her way.
Charmaine’s lips trembled as her thoughts were driving her insane. She cried out in pain, clutching her head. The room felt like it was closing in on her.
‘Who are you?’
’I am your conscious.’
'My conscious? My… My… Where is?’
’Where is who? Charmaine, it’s just me and you. I’m all you need. I’m going to be your guidance.’
’Guidance?I don’t need you. Get out of my brain.’
’You have my breath flowing through your veins, my mind in your brain, my strength courses through your body. You will do as I say.’
'St-stop please you’re hurting my brain.“
'Good because I’m taking over.’
'No! I won’t let you take over. I want to remember someone, but it keeps coming up blank. Let me retain it, please. It feels like someone I can’t live without.”
'Oh, I went through all your memories; you’re talking about your lover. Bucky.“
'B-Bucky?”
“Yes, and when we get the chance. I’ll make sure you kill him slowly.”
Charmaine screamed as her body felt as if it was on fire. The room was engulfed in flames that spewed from her body. She felt herself being lifted in the air, the clothes she was wearing started to disintegrate. Charm screams in agony as it felt like she was being branded on her back.
She fell to the ground very weak with wings sprouting from her back. Charmie looked around, scared, seeing the damage she had done. The room looked like an after scene of a house fire. She gasps, covering up her naked body with the wings still pointing out.
Mazikeen watched outside of the glass with a devious smile.
“You’ve finished the main course. Who am I speaking to?”
Charm sobbed, still feeling pain from the wings,“ Take this out of me.”
The demon shook her head, smirking, “No, No, No. I need the other person.” She slid the glass door open, getting a whiff of the burning smell. She threw the scared girl some clothes, “The guards are coming to get you in 5 minutes. Get dressed.”
Mazikeen walked into the main room, standing beside the head scientist,“ So if I say these words, I’ll have complete control of the eternal flame and will be able to speak to it.”
The scientist handed her a book that was with a purple cover on the front, “Yes, but we will have to say the words every day because the flame isn’t going to be easy to tame.”
“Well, I’ll make it be tamed."Mazikeen said, flipping through some pages until the guards rolled in a chair that Charmaine. The dark skin girl sat back with hair sticking to her face from the tears—the demon strut over, placing a finger under Charm’s chin.
"I need you to remember these words.” She lifted her head so their eyes could meet. “Never, ever forget these words.” Charm snatched her face away from her finger, making Maze smirk.
The Queen opened the book going to the page she needs. Strolling her finger across the page, she finds the paragraph to read.
“Eterna.” (Eternal)
“Torcia”(Torch)
“Ardente.” (Burning)
“Duratura.” (Enduring)
“Infiammare.” (Ignited)
“Continuamente.” (Continuously) Mazikeen stopped in the middle, looking up from the page. Charmaine’s chest heaved up and down as her eyes turned fully purple. Her veins glowed brightly that you could see it within her skin.
’It’sworking’ Mazikeen smiled proudly to herself; she continues reading.
“Gli aumento.” (Gain)
“Carburante.” (Fuel)
“Inferno.”
“Fiamma.” (Flame)
Charmaine lifts both arms, easily breaking the straps, getting up walking over to Mazikeen. Her bright purple wings stretched from her back with every step she took.
This wasn’t the normal Charmaine you think it was; the Eternal Flame had taken over her body. Those words connect them as one.
“Who summons me?”
“I did. Glad of you too finally join us.” Maze waved with the book in hand.
Eternal Flame looks her up and down, “Mazikeen, the used to be ruler of hell. Who do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?”
“I need you and Cyan to help find the injection for earth and water, plus I want to be number one in every country.”
“Lucifer kicked you out of hell? Why?”
“Lucifer didn’t kick me out of hell. I left because he didn’t believe that I had full potential.”
“Where is the air fairy? Show me how far you’ve gotten with her, then I’ll see if I will help.”
“Bring her in!"Mazikeen said aloud, pouring herself a well-deserved drink. The scientist scrambled to bring the girl in. "I just got her today, but I have injected phase 1 to her powers, so it should be a sign that it works. Drink?”
Eternal Flame just stared.
The air fairy was wheeled in strapped down to a table. Her veins were a white blue-ish like a glowstick. The girl groaned, trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light that was hovering above her. Eternal Flame crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for something to happen.
The scientist turns the dial to 10 for electrocution, and the girl screamed in agony as her eyes and hair turned white. The lights in the room start to flicker.
Eternal Flame was impressed, “Okay, I’m in.”
“That’s just the start.” Mazikeen smirked then pats the scientist’s shoulder to cut the electrocuting off. “Ritorno.” (Return)
Charmaine’s body drops to the floor unconscious, hair turning back to its original color with the wings disappearing.
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Tony worked around in his workshop, tinkering on his MK-43. He’s barely got any sleep in the last 3 days; his mind rambled about his daughter.
“Boss, you’re new assistant has just arrived, sir,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. voice said, scaring the shit out of Tony. He rubbed his face from being fatigued, drowsy, and developing a headache.
“I didn’t ask for a new assistant; who did that?”
“Maria did, sir. She’s coming down now.”
Lori Harvey used her thumbprint to open the door; she looked around at the beautiful inventions that Tony has made in the past.
He sat there on a stool with his face in his hands; as much as he wanted to go to sleep in the past, the nightmares were intolerable. His mind kept imagining what Charm looked like when she fell. That would cause him to wake up from his sleep.
“Hi, I’m Lori Harvey, your new personal assistant. Is there anything that needs to be done?"Lori asked, putting out her hand for him to shake. Tony lifted his head, shaking it.
” How did you even get in here? You know what it doesn’t matter, I don’t need an assistant; I’m fine, so you can go back to Maria and tell her to find you a new job.“
"Maria set me up with a thumbprint for your door. With all due respect Mr.Stark, you look a mess. I know you lost your daughter, but you don’t need to throw yourself away too. She wouldn’t want this for you.”
“You don’t know shit about my daughter, so I would advise you to stop talking.”
“You’re right, I don’t know your daughter, but I’m not letting you go out like this."Lori sat her purse down, grabbing some trash off his work table."I’m going to go prepare you some food because I know you haven’t eaten.”
Tony waved her off, not in the mood to argue anymore. Lori sighs, walking out of the room, passing a quiet Bucky. He walked in holding a letter seeing Tony in the same position that Lori saw him in.
“Tony…”
Iron Man looks up, surprised to see the Winter Soldier in his workshop,“ Bucky.”
Bucky holds up the letter with the NYU symbol on the front, “They’re resigning her from the school.” He slides it over to Tony, who picks it up, opening it. “What do we do? She wanted to be a company owner; we can’t just let her dream die, Tony.”
Tony rubbed his mouth, sighing, “Bucky, I don’t know what to do.”
“I know, but I-I wish she were here, you know? we wouldn’t have to worry about this.” Bucky sigh running his hand through his hair which was past his shoulder, from not trimming it. He looked a mess, just like Tony. His eyes were red, he barely ate, didn’t get enough sleep, and he would shed a tear thinking about his best girl.
“I miss her a lot too. How are Peter and everyone else?” Tony asked, sitting down the letter, not wanting to read it anymore. “I haven’t been upstairs in a couple of days.”
“I haven’t really seen Peter since that day. He’s either home with aunt May or in his room that he has here. Thor went to Asgard to help Loki with something; Natasha is always training, Scott had to go back home to spend time with cassie, and Steve, Sam, and I watch movies all day.”
“That’s good. How are you?”
Bucky sighs not wanting to answers the question. Tony nodding completely understanding. He picked up the letter, placing it in the pile for urgent stuff to do.
“Keep going, Barnes. I can’t lose you too.”
“I’ll try Stark.”
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Awww the little moment in the end .
I’m posting more chapters of this Charmaine series because I want to finish this! So for the next couple of days, it might be just chapters for this series.
Charmaine is an intern for Tony Stark, soon she meets the team and they become her family. One mission was all it took.
1.Meeting➞ Where Charmaine meets the team for the first time after having a panic attack.
2.Shit Bucky➞ Charmaine cooks for the team and gets to know them more.
3.Charm Bracelet➞Charm gets to know Bucky more and feelings starts to grow.
4.Alright, that’s enough ➞A little bit jealous of bucky but finally confesses his feelings to the guys as well as charm do.
5.Don’t do this to me ➞Charmaine’s first mission with the team but doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
6.Eternal Flame ➞ Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
7.1 year later ➞ It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
8.I’m not naming my child Thorina. ➞ Lori does a big gender reveal for the whole team but by the end of the night, Thor and Steve are able to reveal something.
9.Stay ➞ Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
more to come!
I really want to finish this series and maybe post it on Wattpad. This will give me a reason to finish so you guys can enjoy.
A/N: Y'all it’s been weird and longgg week and I can’t stay on one thing soo the overprotective series will have to wait a second .
ik it’s in first person point of view because i just didn’t feel like putting it in third person. either take it or leave it!♀️
“No! Stop! Please." I heard Bucky say from behind me. I looked at the clock and it said 2:45 a.m.
Bucky was tossing and turning which made me sit up. He had sweats running down his face. I rubbed his face softly so I could wake him.
"Baby.”
His eyes were tightly closed and his hands gripped the pillow. I placed my other his shoulder.
“Babe.”
“Ahh!” He yelled thrashing around, Bucky was still asleep. “P-please! I’ll take her spot. No! Don’t say those got damn words.”
I was scared myself, his nightmares never gotten worse like this.
“Bucky! Wake up!”
“Ahh!” He yelled again and I grabbed Bucky pulling him into my chest. I held a tight grip so he wouldn’t move around in my arms. Bucky’s metal hand grabbed onto my forearm so he could hold on to me. His screams turned into sobs.
“Baby open your eyes. I’m here Bucky. You’re okay.” I comfort rubbing my hand through his hair. Bucky was completely woke as his head stayed on my chest and his cries turn into sniffles.
“I d-didn’t mean to wake you up to this, I’m sorry. It just felt so real.”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky muttered quietly. I kissed his forehead rocking us back and forth.
“It’s fine. I know it’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry.”
I placed my chin on top of his head, “Baby stop apologizing, it’s okay. I want to try something, is that alright?”
He pulled back from my chest, “Yeah, what is it?”
“You have to trust me, baby,” I said as we stared each other in the eyes.
“I trust you.”
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“Honey, you got the words ready?” Tony asked tapping away on a tablet. His suit powered on, going into auto-pilot mode
“Yes honey, just waiting on Y/N or Bucky to give us the cue.” Lori yawned sitting on top of the table.
We were sitting in Tony’s workshop and it was still late at night. The plan was to try to use the words that were in Bucky’s brain against him. It was like the nightmares were getting worse every night.
“I will be here the whole time okay? You got this. I’ll hold your hand if you want me to baby.” I said leaning down so we could have eye contact. Bucky was sitting in a chair across from Lori. He was so nervous that it might all come back.
“You don’t have to. I know this is maybe one of the best ways to get rid of the nightmares so I should be okay.”
“Okay,” I said placing a peck on his lips. We gave each other a small smile then I stepped back leaning again the table. He looked a Lori nervously.
“I’m ready.”
“Just close your eyes Bucky. We aren’t going to let anything happen.” Lori reassured softly. “We will be here for you.”
“I will stop her if you need me to.” Tony said standing beside her with his arms crossed over his chest.
Bucky nodded then hesitantly closed his eyes. I never took my eyes off him, I was hoping this went well. Lori slowly opened the red book beginning to read the words.
“Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать. Рассвет. Печь. Девять.” Lori said slowly, saying every word fully. Bucky’s lip trembled as tears rolled down this face. I couldn’t bear seeing him like this. I try to hold my tears back.
Lori finished closing the book. Bucky opened his glassy eyes giving us the answer we all needed. He was free.
I go over to him placing my forehead on his, “You’re free baby. You’re free.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a big hug.
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We thanked Lori and Tony for helping us out with all of this.
It was around 3:50 a.m. and we were back in bed. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t know why so I was up reading a book. Bucky rolled over placing his head on my chest and his metal arm around my waist.
This was the best sleep he’s gotten in years.
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Ehhh I know it’s short but it’s a little something.
Here my lovee @golden-child04, thank you for commenting.
for this one shot im going to write about bucky having nightmares. should it be soft or violet where he chokes her without warning if you get what im saying.
Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark’s parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.
A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.
“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.
“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”
Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”
“You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking.” Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha’s ass making her yelp.
“Y/N!”
“I saw the opportunity and took it.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.
“So you’re mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it’s alright? I demand equality!”
“Y/N hush.”
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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. “Excuse me.” She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn’t in the way but he wasn’t using the spot so Y/N wanted it.
“My apologies- Y/N?” Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.
“Hi, Steve.”
Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she’s seen him. Steve’s beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.
Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. “Y/N what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?” Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.
“Uh yeah, it’s alright with me. Y/N you look-”
“Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?” He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. “Oh Y/N I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here for bout an hour now.” Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.
“Well, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.”
“No, he won’t, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong.”
To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn’t want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.
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“Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.’. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor’s lap probably making him hard.
"Steve are you okay? You’re staring mighty hard.” Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.
“I’m alright.”
Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.
“Woah calm down big guy, you’re going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.
"I’m not, I just…” Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. “I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn’t mine anymore and Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
“You don’t go with Emma right?” Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. “She’s obsessed with me and I don’t want her. I want and desire Y/N.”
Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. “Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It’s a really simple plan.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at him, “She doesn’t want anything to do with me Bucky.”
“You don’t know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn’t recall. "Now go get your girl back.”
Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.
Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude’s package. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.
“What? Steve what are you doing??”
“You’re leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.
"I think it’s pretty obvious that the woman doesn’t want to leave with you.” He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn’t even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, “Uhh excuse me sir, you don’t have anything to do with this so hush.”
“I was just trying to help you bitch.” He pushed Y/N which Steve didn’t tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.
Steve leaned down to him on the floor,“Disrespect my girl and I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye.” He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. “This why I don’t like you wearing this without me Y/N.”
“You just punched some guy and you’re worried about what I’m wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!” Y/N snatched away from him, angry.
“Embarrassed you? Y/N you’ve been showing your ass all night like I wasn’t there.” Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.
“Steve we aren’t together!!! I’m single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.
"You’re not single Y/N. You’re mine.” He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn’t going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.
“Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine.“I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N.” He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.
“Do you understand me?”
Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. “Y-Yes.”
Steve’s large hand smacks against her ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,Daddy.”
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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo
I don’t really like it but oh well.
I should’ve written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here’s your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.
Summary: Bucky and Y/N comes home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.
A/N: this haven’t been my week so im using fanfiction to be a distraction.
Y/N and Bucky walked up the stairs to their apartment in Bucharest. They were holding hands, engaged in a conversation.
“I was thinking, what if I made shrimp alfredo?” Y/N asked as their hands sway back and forth. Bucky looked at her confused.
“What’s alfredo?”
“Oh my god, you never had it before?”
“I mean in the army they boiled everything. It wasn’t really lavish.”
“Everything boiled sound so nasty.”
“I know right but I managed. What’s going to be in it?”
“Shrimp and pasta with Alfredo sauce. I think you’re going to love it!”
“That’s fine with me babe, as long as it isn’t soup.”
“Same.” Y/N laughed letting go of his hand so she could unlock the door. Normally they would go through the window. But just for one night, they didn’t want to be paranoid. Just to have one normal night.
Bucky stopped in his tracks staring at a medium size box that had big holes poked in it. “Y/N were you expecting something?”
“No.” Y/N with hesitation getting worried that this might a setup. Bucky pulled her behind him protectively then proceeded to nudge open the box. The box top fell off and a pair of brown doe eyes stared back at them. Bucky hardened face expression soften as he saw a beautiful little girl in the box.
Whoever left this beautiful child in the box was a horrible person in general. The little girl sat up looking at the couple nervously. Bucky squat down so they could be eye level.
“Hi princess… I’m Bucky and that’s my girlfriend Y/N. Would you like to tell me your name?” Bucky said softly then pointed at Y/N who waved giving a toothless smile. It was like Bucky’s dad instincts kicked in as he felt the need to protect the little girl any way he could.
She shook her head as a way of saying she didn’t want to talk. Her body was skinny seeming that she haven’t ate in a couple of days. She looked no older then 4. Y/N squat down to help ease her nerves.
“How about we go in and get you something to eat?”
The little girl looked at Y/N scaredly and instantly held her arms out for Bucky. Y/N sigh knowing that whatever happened in this girl past, she was scared of women she didn’t trust. Bucky picked her up gently not wanted to hurt her with his arm.
They walked into the apartment and Y/N quickly started to prepare dinner. Bucky sat on the bed while the little girl sat on the side of them. He tries to start conversation again with her.
“Can you tell me your name now?”
The little girl looked around before speaking softly,“Melanie..”
The pair looked at each otherin shock, he got her to talk. There wasn’t any technology in the room so they best way to stay entertained was to have conversation.
“Well Melanie how old are you?” Bucky questioned.
“Five.” She said but held up three fingers making Bucky smile in amusement. He helped her by raising up another finger.
“How old are you?”
Y/N giggled while fixing their bowls. Nobody have ever asked him that. Bucky laughed since its been a long time since someone asked him that.
“Well doll, I’m 106.”
Melanie made a funny face turning her head to the side. Y/N came over with three bowls in her hands. Bucky grabbed the bowls passing one to Melanie, while holding the other ones as Y/N sat down so she wouldn’t spill it.
“Can I eat all of it? I’ve been good all week.” Melanie moved some of her hair from her face with a a sadden expression. Y/N felt so bad for her, this wasn’t right.
“Baby you can eat all it. I can make more if you want some okay?”
“Okay.” Melanie smiled digging in her food. Bucky and Y/N shared a look. He was angry that she went through horrible things at a young age.
After dinner, Bucky washed and put the dishes away while Y/N laid down on the mattress. Melanie kept picking her head up to see if Bucky was coming.
“He’s coming honey, he’s washing dishes."Y/N laughed softly realizing what she was doing. "You tired?”
Melanie shook her head, rubbing her eyes,“No.”
“Yes you are. Come here?” Y/N asked nicely but Melanie poked out her lip. She was sitting in the middle of the mattress near Y/N’s knees.
“Noo, I’m waiting on Bucky.”
“Here I am princess.” Bucky grunt getting on his knees behind her. Melanie looked happy as he picked her up, walking on his knees to get to this spot on the mattress. Y/N laid on her side, watching them in admiration.
Melanie was very brave and didn’t take long getting used to the couple. Food was a way to her heart so the trust came quickly. She was snuggled between Bucky and Y/N while they cuddled her enjoying their sleep.
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2:48 a.m.
People smashing through the apartment windows starled them awoke. Before Bucky could reach for his gun, a man punched him in the face. Y/N quickly grabbed Melanie holding her into her chest then gets up grabbing the emergency bookbag.
The couple agreed that if this was to happen then find the best way out possible. They would find each other no matter how far away they was. Bucky did one on one combat with the man that broke in.
“GO Y/N!”
She nodded rushing to the door making sure to keep a good grip on Melanie. When she opened the door a man stood their with a gun pointed directly at her head. Melanie start to cry with all the commotion going on. Tears start to fall out of Y/N’s eyes, thinking this was it.
“Go back in now or I won’t hesitate putting one between your eyes.” The man sneered putting the cold gun on her forehead. Y/N turned around going back into the apartment. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to lose it as he saw his family being held at gun point. He was being held at gun point as well but he was hoping that his girls was able to get away.
“So Winter Soldier, you really thought you could get away.” A man laughed turning on a light revealing his face. It was Rumlow holding Bucky at gun point and the man that held Y/N at gun point was Pierce. Bucky chest heaved up and down as he was getting angrier.
Melanie little face was turning red from how hard she was crying. Pierce rapidly pointed another gun in his other hand at Melanie’s little forehead.
“NO!"Bucky jumped forward but Rumlow put the gun on his forehead making him stop. Pierce took the gun off safety pressing it harder on Melanie’s forehead which makes Y/N sob harder.
"Shut the little brat up!”
“Melanie baby, stop… stop crying we’re okay. Bucky’s okay.” Y/N lied hoping she was to stop crying. Melanie cries turns into sniffles looking at Y/N hopefully.
Y/N nod her head crying,“We’re okay baby.”
Bucky felt like he let his girls down. He was so angry that he wanted to kill both of them but he couldn’t move. “I’ll go back and do whatever. Just p-please leave my family out of this.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear! Cuff him!” Pierce exclaimed letting the guns drop from Y/N and Melanie. Y/N shook her head not wanting Bucky to leave and endure all the things they worked so hard for him to forget.
“Bucky no!”
"Shut it bitch!” Pierce snapped at her holding the gun to her head again making her jump. It was killing Bucky for not being able to help.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I love you.” Bucky sigh putting his arms behind his back so Rumlow could cuff him. As Rumlow did, Redwing flew in dropping a disk on Pierce’s forehead electrocuting him. Sending him unconscious.
Bucky ducked as Rumlow shot the gun towards him making the girls scream. Sam flew in the window taking out the extra gaurd that stood by the refrigerator. Bucky stood up swiftly so he could take out Rumlow.
He smirked aiming the gun towards the girls,“ I guess nobody’s getting what they want.” Rumlow shot the gun at the girls. Y/N used her body to shield Melanie. Bucky stared in horror as he tried to get to them but Steve’s shield covered them from the bullets.
Bucky turned around angrily at Rumlow pulling out the secret gun that was in his waist holster. With no hesitation, Bucky shoots him between the eyes. Rumlow body fell to the ground.
Y/N came from behind Steve’s large frame. She walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a hug without crushing Melanie’s little body. Bucky rubbed his hand through Y/N hair and kissed Melanie’s forehead. They didn’t have anything to say, they were just grateful to all be alive.
“I’m so sorry to ruin this moment guys but we need to go. Their supposed to be bringing in reinforcements any second.” Steve said placing his shield on his back.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring the jet back around.” Sam pressed his finger on the com.
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On the jet, it was quiet but peaceful time for them to rejuvenate. Bucky couldn’t sleep so he watched over his girls who were sleeping.
Melanie slept on his chest with his metal arm holding her up so her face could implant into his neck. Y/N was cuddled up with his arm wrapped around her. He kissed their foreheads every other second for his comfort.
“Thank you guys.” Bucky said to Sam and Steve who were sitting in the in the front seats of quinjet.
“Just gald you guys are safe.” Steve pat his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Plus we were able to kill two birds with one stone. Bonus but glad we could help."Sam said making Bucky smiled. He looked at his girls, very content with life.
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horrible writing.
I wrote this bout a year ago. I don’t like it, but i just needed it as a distraction.
Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.
A/N: I know this episode is over used but I write this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.
They followed Zemo to his personal jet. An older man stood at the end of the stairs waiting on their arrival.
“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She hasn’t really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.
It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. The only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.
The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was too much for her. So Bucky left and still hasn’t told her the reason why he did.
“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.
Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really loves Bucky but he can’t just leave her whenever he gets the chance.
Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.
“The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley.” The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.
“Y/N you okay?” Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turns to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.
“I’m fine.”
“Just checking Y/N. Why don’t you tell us about where we are going Zemo?” Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.
Zemo opened a book, “I’m sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it but this part seems to be important.” He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.
“Who is Nakajima?”
Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’s eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.
“What the hell James??”
“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo’s neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)
“I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo said obviously not phased by what just happened.
“Don’t push it,” Bucky warned glancing at him then towards Sam.
“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.
“I like ‘40s music, so…”
“ '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then.” Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.
“Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you.”
Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him’ act.But it wasn’t working.
“You didn’t like it?” Sam asked shocked.
“I liked it.” Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh I liked it.’
“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.
“That was one of the best ways to explain it.”
“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye” Sam agreed as if Bucky didn’t agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.
“Sam, why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed.”
“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky continues looking at him.
“Steve adored Marvin Gaye,” Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.
“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned looking between the two who used to be villains.
“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky starts while Zemo finished telling them the information.
“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”
Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down in her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.
“So who do I go as?”
“Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of.” Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman who looked exactly like her.
“Ooo I think I’m going to like this,” Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn’t going to like it but oh well, its part of the job.
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Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring too long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.
“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp,” Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.
A little “Ow.” came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky’s attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.”
“No, you’re not. You just said 'Ow’. What’s wrong?”
“None of your business James. I’m okay.”
“So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet are hurting Y/N. Let me help.”
Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. “It’s always been, James. I’m able to handle myself, I can take the pain.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, in a matter of seconds, Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N looked everywhere but him.
“And it’s Bucky to you. It’s always and forever going to be that to you.”
“Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it’s James. You know what, I can walk myself.” She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out of his arms.
“No, I’m going to continue to carry you,” Bucky said but Y/N didn’t respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.
“I saw you looking at me and my arm.”
She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously “Um, no I wasn’t.”
Bucky let out a laugh, “You indeed was.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Guys! for the love of God, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.
"He started it!” Y/N replied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.
“Y/N, you’ve barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?”
She scoffs getting irritated from that dumb-ass question. “DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret.”
“What? Y/N I just asked a question.” Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, ’a dumb ass question at that’
“No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.
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“Here we are.”
Walking into the bar they could feel the intense stares. Bucky glared at anyone that looked in her direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.
You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. “Is that the Winter Soldier?”. Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.
“Hello, lady and gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger.”
“His plans changed.” Zemo nodded towards Sam. “We have business to do with Selby.”
The bartender looked at Sam,“The usual? Anything for you Ms. Sapphire?”
Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, “No, Thank you.” The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.
“Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.
Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. “I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me.” Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.
“New haircut?” The man asked but Bucky just stared.
“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving an answer.
“A Power Broker? Really?” Bucky finally spoke up.
“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.” Zemo explained.
“Do you know him?” Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.
“Only by reputation,” Zemo replied. “In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.
“Sapphire, baby, we didn’t get to finish from last night. Let’s get out of here.”
Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped herself when she heard Zemo say “Зимний Солдат, Атака” ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)
Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had a smirk on his face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.
Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky’s metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.
You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunts out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.
The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?
Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.
She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn’t there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of the bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.
Everyone around them starts to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky’s arms whispering.
“Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us.”
Zemo says something else in Russian which makes Bucky let go of the man. “Selby will see you now.” The bartender announced.
“Thank you,” Zemo said then walked off.
“You good?” Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.
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Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she wants to talk to since she was just some famous model. She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.
Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.
“What the hell happened in here?!” Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.
“We’ll explain later, let’s go,” Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off
“This is not good,” Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed at us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.
“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam yelled while he ran.
“You better learn today!” Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky’s hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.
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Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out of the bathroom running into a hard chest.
“Oops sorry!”
“It’s an okay doll.”
Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to the room where everyone else was until Bucky grabbed her hand.
“Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?”
“You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?”
“I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
"To answer your dumb-ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything’s okay between us when it’s not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!”
“I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn’t want you to be hurt over the fact that I left.” Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.
“Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I’m feared by many but that still doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be a target to hurt me.”
“Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurt me way more than what you think it did. You’re worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn’t nothing.” I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.
“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”
“Y/N… Please.”
“Bucky tell me!”
“I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better than me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.
“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more than what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t want better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”
Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.
“Oh and I wanted to kill him so badly but I knew you weren’t going to like that so I stopped.”
“You know me so well.”
Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.
“Hm, I’ll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me.”
“No! God no. I’ll do anything but that. You know I don’t like dancing.” Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.
“Please? Or I’m going to stay mad at you.”
Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, “Fine.”
Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.
“Yayyy!! This is going to be fun.”
“I’m only doing this for you baby.”
“That’s the best part.”
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This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like it. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had written this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.
I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.
If this one-shot doesn’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy
-so it won’t be confusing, the eternal flame is now under Charmaine’s command so that mean if mazikeen say her trigger words she won’t fall back under mind control.-
4:30 a.m. Charmaine walked down the hallway to make some tea. “I hope there are some packets left.” She mumbled opening the cupboard seeing her favorite tea sitting on the bottom shelf.
After yesterday’s evening little incident, Charm and Bucky came home before the rest of the team. So she has yet to hold Morgan. Footsteps approaching the kitchen took her out of her thoughts.
“I thought I heard someone shuffling around down here.” Thor gave a small smile opening the refrigerator. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No, and I don’t how I couldn’t even though yesterday I slept well.” Charm took her tea out of the beeping microwave. She grabbed some honey, pouring it into the cup.
“Did Barnes accompany you tonight?” Thor took some sliced pineapples and a bottle of water out of the fridge. Charm looked at him in disbelief.
“No. Bucky didn’t, he said he wanted to give me some space. I denied it plenty of time but he wouldn’t listen.” Charmaine still had a raised eyebrow at what Thor was eating. “I’ve been gone too long, when did you start eating that?”
She got excited leaning on the counter. “Is my Thor eating healthy now?? This is exciting!” Talking about something else other than what happened while she was kidnapped or her mental health made her happy. Thor laughs putting a piece of fruit in his mouth.
“In fact I am. I just wanted to uh..”
His smile widens thinking about something. That indicated to Charmaine that it was definitely a girl involved in this habit. “Omg Thor, you have to tell me everything!!”
He laughed but not too loud to wake everyone up while she grabbed his hand pulling him to the couch. The two began to talk about this amazing girl he met two weeks ago while he was out jogging. They had agreed on helping each other stay in shape. It was such a sweet story.
“Wait wait so you guys are going out for coffee in the next…” Charm checked the phone that Tony recently has bought her. “15 minutes.” She looked up at Thor to see if he needed to change anything.
“Let me fix your hair, Thor.”
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? You’d do that?”
“Yes.”
8 minutes later Thor sat between Charmaine’s legs while she fixed his hair and braids. She was almost finished until she realized something was missing. “Thor where is Loki’s piece of hair so I can put it in?”
“You actually remember what I told you about that?”
“Yes, I heard everything.”
Thor held up the piece of hair shyly. When she was finished, his hair looked brand new. “Thank you so much, Charmaine. It’s so good to have you back.” Thor hugged her neck while they stood beside the elevator.
“You’re welcome Thor, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go have fun on your date. I love you!”
Thor walked inside the elevator with a huge smile.“I love you more.”
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an hour later Charmaine sat on the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open. Steve walking into the living room made her jump awake.
“I didn’t mean to wake you Charm.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Charmaine I literally saw you sitting there with your eyes closed. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve walked into the kitchen grabbing some things for training. You know he didn’t have his shoes on.
Charmaine sigh rubbing her face hoping the sleepiness would leave. Truth be told, she was scared to sleep by herself. Scared that the nightmares would come back and this time she wouldn’t wake up. “I wasn’t asleep, I’m alright.”
Steve came over, standing beside her. When she looked at him, her eyes were red from the lack of sleep. “Charm go get you some sleep. Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?”
“Steve-”
“I’m serious Charm, you look tired and I want you to be okay.”
“I’m okay!” She yelled without even trying. Steve looked taken back.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep Charm.”
Charmaine rubbed her face, “No Steve I’m sorry for yelling.” Tears weld in her eyes, “I just…I just wanna go to sleep without the nightmares. At first, I wanted to be alone, away from everyone but now I’m terrified to be by myself, Steve.”
Steve grabbed her hand, making her stand up. He pulled her into a hug, “Let it out.” She broke down in his chest, letting out her frustration.“I’m here to help.”
With Charm still cling to his chest, Steve walked down the hallway to Bucky’s room. He knocked on the door. 3 minutes later Bucky scrambled to the door, opening it. It was still too early in the morning for him.
“Steve?”
Charmaine covered her face, walking towards Bucky. He wrapped his arms around her, “Charm? What’s wrong? What happened?”
Steve shook his head, “She needs you and to sleep. You’re not overwhelming her Bucky so don’t push her away.” He kissed her forehead then closed the door behind him.
“Hold me please,” Charm whispered and Bucky nodded. He got into bed and she laid on top of him with his arms wrapped around her waist. Soon Charmaine’s breathing started to even out.
Bucky watched her as she fell asleep, understanding why she wanted him to sleep with her.
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“Good Morning you,” Tony said sitting at the table. Lori sat on the couch rocking baby Morgan. Steve, Natasha, Thor, Peter, & Bucky sat at the table eating breakfast.
Charmaine gave him a small smile, going over to the refrigerator. Since she’s been back, the only person she hasn’t talked to is Tony.
It made him feel a certain way but he just wanted to give her enough space needed.
“Where is Alexis?” Charm asked getting out some apple juice but it went unanswered. Bucky paused his eating, going over to her. “Unt Unt get something to eat Charm.”
Charm rolled her eyes, “I don’t have an appetite right now. I just wanna sleep.” She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard.
Bucky grabbed a plate, putting cheese eggs, and sausage with toast. He went over to her spot at the table, sitting the plate down.
“Now eat.”
“Oh alright.” Charmaine rolled her eyes, grabbing the full glass and going to her seat. The food smelled delicious, and that made her appetite come back.
“You didn’t get any sleep Charm?” Steve raised an eyebrow. Charm nodded her head, eating on the eggs.
“I did. I’m just still tired.”
“So how you feeling Charm? Is everything okay since-”
Charmie cuts off Natasha before she could go any further.
“I’m alright, I promise you guys. Let’s not focus on me. I missed a huge part of everyone’s lives and I wanna know what I missed. Starting with you Peter!”
Thor looked at Bucky who just shook his head not ask.
Everyone noticed her weird behavior but just ignored it to keep her happy. “ We won the decathlon. Ned and I finished our big star wars lego set.”
“That’s so cool. I wanna see it.” Charm leaned forward intrigued. Morgan starts to cry and Tony gets up he could help Lori.
“Charm be honest with us. What happened when you were kidnapped?” Natasha furrowed her eyebrow, not caring if everyone wanted to ignore her weird actions. If Nat wants to know something, she’ll find out.
“Nat..” Bucky warned her but obviously, she ignored.
“I don’t want to talk about it Natasha, like seriously. It’s not about me right now.” The stare between the two was intense.
“Charmaine stop bullshitting us. Closed mouths doesn’t get fed. If you can’t tell us what happened, we can’t help you."
"Natasha you don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t need help.”
“Baby just go to the room, it’s not going to end well,” Tony whispered to Lori, he kissed Morgan’s head. Lori looked at him with worry.
“Okay, honey. I hope she is genuinely alright."
When Lori made it to the room, Tony leaned against the wall watching the scene unfold.
"Natasha that’s enough, don’t push it.” Steve looked between the two girls.
“Whatever it is, we don’t have to know.” Thor eased into the conversation. Bucky tries to grab Charmaine’s hand but she moves it away.
“No, she’s going to keep faking it with us. How are we going to know if she’s been faking it with us this whole time and has been working with Mazikeen. We. don’t. know.” Natasha sneered not taking her eyes off Charmaine.
“I’m not doing that. I am 100% myself!” Charmaine looked at her family that held uneasy looks. Believe it or not, Natasha was right. They didn’t know if Charmaine was putting on act for them and is working for Mazikeen. She looked at Peter.
“You believe her??”
“I don’t know Charm, you used to be so open but now if it isn’t Barnes, you’re shutting everyone else out. You’re not acting like my best friend anymore. What if this is your plan?”
That broke Charm. “W-What? No Peter.” She stood up, sad and angry. “ I can’t believe you’re all ganging up on me. There is nothing wrong with me.”
“Well tell us what happened with Mazikeen. What are you hiding Charm?!??” Natasha stood up, raising her voice. Charmaine’s sadness quickly turned into full anger.
“Natasha that’s enough!” Bucky stood up as well.
“No, it’s not enough. Tell us Charm! We’re your family and you’re holding secrets from us!?” Natasha leaned forward, trying to give her a push.
Charmaine yelled out in frustration giving into exactly what Natasha wanted. Her hair and eyes turned purple while her wings sprouted from her back. Her hands held fire. The team stared in shock at what she’s been hiding.
“Oh shit!” Tony spoke in disbelief.
“Holy Cow!” Peter yelped.
“I did not know she could do that.” Natasha mumbled not knowing what she got herself into.
The Eternal Flame stared at the team who debated if they wanted to get in defense mode. “Charm, just calm down.” Bucky eased towards her. “It’s just me and you.”
His hand grabbed onto hers,“Me and you.” Bucky looked her in the eyes, even when she was the eternal flame his love for her never change.
The Eternal Flame looked at everyone once more then returned back to Charmaine. Which traumatized her completely. She looked at her ‘family’ as tears formed in her eyes.
“Why would… Why would you make me do that?” She shook her head, letting go of Bucky’s hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “D-Don’t make me do it again. I can’t…”
“Charm…” Bucky’s heart broke seeing how scared she was.
“I can’t…” She cried walking away from the table. Charmaine went straight into her father’s. “Dad don’t make me do that again.”
“Without you wanting too. I won’t kiddo.” Tony kissed her forehead as she cried into his chest. Not knowing her powers, deep in thoughts Bucky was worried for his girl.
Tony shook his head at Bucky for him not to come closer. Barnes stared at them in sadness as they walked down to Tony’s shared room.
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I hope this is good for y’all I gotta start back writing again!!
“What the hell you mean she might be alive huh?” Bucky grew angry hearing the news. Anything that was brought up about Charmaine, he took personal to the heart; “This isn’t a joke matter when it comes down to Charm. Don’t be fucking around.”
“Bucky we aren’t fucking around alright? This is a serious matter to all of us. I wouldn’t play with information like that.” Tony pointed out.
Bucky sat down thinking about the news he just received.“ She wasn’t my… girlfriend. H-How do you guys know that she is?” Lori rubbed Tony shoulder for comfort.
“The scientist sent the security video they have in their building. They took one of the scientists that had a tracker on them so we know where Charmaine is located.” Steve said slowly so everyone could process what he was saying. “ What are we going to do?”
“I know Tony and Bucky is too much in a trance to say this but start over. Like from the beginning."Lori suggested so she could know the full story.
Thor took a deep breath,"We first learned about Mazikeen we were first looking for Charmaine, trying to see if she was alive. Coming up with no hope, we gave up but we did find out that Mazikeen needed the other two elements which are earth and water for whatever her big plan is.”
Steve continued, “So Thor and I talked it up with Stark. Found the man who was selling it, buying it right before she does. Which is the result of us finding the hidden base and being told that Charmaine is alive.”
Lori rubbed her chin thinking hard, “So get her tonight.”
Tony looked at her in a crazy manner, “What? Babe that’s not going to work.”
“Tony if you in there tonight while her guard is down, you’ll get Charm and the other injection because she wouldn’t be caring about protection, only about how to get to the other injection. Plus she will be looking for help."Lori said then walked over to a tablet so she could pass it too Tony.
"I think I know exactly who Mazikeen will be going too.” Tony said typing something then showed a hologram of Strucker.
“I thought we took down the main base he had even though it didn’t have the scepter?” Bucky said intrigued in the conversation.
“That was another one. His main one is in Sokovia. F.R. I .D.A.Y found it last night but I didn’t want to say anything until I more information.” Tony said showing the base on the screen to everyone. “What do we want to do?”
“We go but only just us 7. I’ll tell Sam and Scott to be on stand by if we need them.” Steve said giving the decision.
“We meet back here in 5. Our three main goals are Charmaine, Scepter and injection.” Tony said clapping his hands together. This was a pretty big mission too them. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding. He was counting down the minutes until he saw her.
“Be safe okay? I need you to come back to me, safe and sound.” Lori said rubbing Tony’s cheek. “I love you.”
Tony pulled his fiancé into a loving kiss. “I love you too honey.” He replied when they pulled apart. Iron man bent down kissing her belly.
“I love you babygirl.”
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Lori was indeed right about Mazikeen being in Sokiva. Eternal and Cyan stood behind her protectively with scowls on their face. Maze wanted all the help she could get. Finding out that this was one of the few Hydra bases still running, she was desperate.
“Strucker I know you can help me get that injection back.”
“Mazikeen if I help you get that injection, I want apart of it all.” Strucker said sitting his clipboard down.
“Apart of it all? I work alone.” Mazikeen snarled not liking the idea of sharing. “Either you help or I find somewhere else.”
“THE AVENGERS HAVE INFILTRATED THE BASE! ALL HANDS ON DECK!”
Mazikeen smirked, “Girls it’s your time to shine.”
Both Cyan and Eternal gave a sinister smirk igniting there powers.
“Our men can handle the Avengers. Call your body guards off. If they can’t then we’ll send our enhanced.” Dr. List protest.
“Strucker if my enhanced take them out before your men do then, kiss half of everything goodbye. If your men can handle it then by all means, welcome to the team.” Mazikeen offered holding out her hand. They always say, don’t make deals with the devil. Strucker shook her hand without even asking questions.
“Deal.”
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One of Bucky’s hands held on to the side of the truck while he used the other one shoot at the armed forces. Clint stood inside of the vehicle shooting arrows while Natasha drove recklessly. Tony flew around taking out ones they couldn’t reach.
“Nat can you stop swerving?!” Bucky yelled frowning when he couldn’t aim straight from all the movement.
“Unless you want us to crash! I advise you to hush!” Nat yelled back dodging a tree. When a solider got close enough to the truck, Bucky punched them off.
Another truck pulled up beside them aiming to shoot. Thor lands on top of it, taking out the shooter before flying off to a post that held many more solider. Steve came in on motorcycle grabbing one by his foot, dragging him through the dirt.
He threw his shield taking out plenty more while still driving. Hulk grabbed a truck that Thor made fly throwing it towards more soldiers. Making it to the defense line Bucky jumped from the back of the truck as the team horizontally crossed over the line.
Tony flew up to the base , hitting a forcefield. “Shit!”
“Language.” Steve scolded like a parent making Bucky roll his eyes. “J.A.R.V.I.S, what’s the view from upstairs?”
“The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker’s technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.” The A.I. replies through the comms.
Thor lands on top of a solider taking it out, kicking another one. He threw his hammer towards one, “Loki’s scepter must be here. Mazikeen is here because Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without her." He held his hand out, letting the hammer come too him but he dodged it letting it hit the soldier behind him. "At long last.”
Bucky threw a grenade into a moving truck. By his side Natasha jumps up, elbowing a solider in the face. They separated as took out two other ones by shooting them. One tries too take him off guard but he ducks kicking them off their feet, giving a good punch to the face.
“At long last” is lasting a little long, boys.“ He heard Natasha voice after a prolonged moment.
"Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise.” Clint said sarcastically letting out a short chuckle.
“Clint it’s a little to late for that.” Bucky said shooting his grenade launcher to blow up a unmanned gun.
After a short minute Tony spoke, “Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language?”
“I know.” Steve said unapologetically, there was moment of silence with a crashing noise following. “ It just slipped out. Bucky where are you located?”
Bucky shot into the air as a signal, “Follow that gunshot.”
Minutes later Steve ran up to him, “ It’s fewer soldiers out here. I’m going to fight a few stragglers then head inside the base when Stark says it clear. Coming?”
Bucky nodded shivering a little. It was cold as hell out there but it wasn’t nothing he couldn’t handle.
Clint shoots a arrow at the unmanned gun. Cyan catches it with one hand to avoid it from hitter her in the face. Absorbing the energy from the gun she shoots her energy towards the tree making it crack falling over. Clint jumps from behind the tree out in the open.
She steps aside letting the next blast hit Clint on his side. His cry out in pain catches Natasha’s attention.
“Clint’s been hit!”
Pietro swooshes through picking Cyan up in his arms in the process. Out the the clearing he stops placing her back on her feet. She hit his chest.
“ I had him!”
“We need to hurt them not kill them.”
Cyan rolled her eyes flying through the air finding her next target. Pietro knocks down the two super soldiers as he speeds past them.
“We have an enhanced in the field.” Steve said as they ran in the direction Pietro went. Steve threw his shield as Bucky shot at more soldiers. Running out of bullets for one gun, he curses to himself.
“Shit! Stark, we really need to get inside.”
“I’m closing in.” Tony replies almost immediately. Bucky drowns out the rest of what he say continuing to fight. 5 minutes later Tony gave them the okay.
“Drawbridge is down, people.”
Thor lands beside the two super soldiers electrocuting the leftover hydra soldiers, “The enhanced?”
“He’s a blur. All the new player’s we’ve faced, I’ve never seen this. In fact, I still haven’t.” Steve said looking around for any clues,evidence or soldiers.
“Too fast for the naked eye.” Bucky said placing his gun in his back holster. Before Thor could reply, electricity knocks them to the ground. Cyan lands to the ground holding two balls of electricity in her hand.
“Captain America and the god that the scientists was talking about. Where is the injection?”
Thor stood too his feet holding his hand out for mjollnir, “You work for Mazikeen don’t you? We don’t want to hurt you.”
Bucky stood up, helping Steve to his feet. Her eyes turned completely white, holding her arms up in the air.
“Hurt me? Let’s see you try.” Cyan smirked gaining as much electricity as she could. Thor swing his hammer gaining momentum.
“Go! I got this.”
Steve looked Thor hesitantly before him and Bucky took off towards the base again. Natasha voice comes in through the comm.
“Clint’s hit pretty bad, guys. We’re gonna need evac.”
Bucky knew that Charmaine has to here somewhere. “Steve go help Nat. I’m going in to find Charmaine.”
“Bucky she won’t remember you. You’re going to need back up!” Steve obliges grabbing the winter soldier arm so they could stop running. “I’m not going to let you go in by yourself!”
“Tony and I are probably the only ones that can bring her back. Steve I can take care of myself. I can do this.” Bucky said determined to get his girl back. Steve sigh not liking the idea but he knew Bucky was going to go anyway.
“Fine. If I don’t hear from you. I’m coming in!”
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Bucky walked up the stairs silently with his gun aimed. Charmaine was ordered to stay in the building to protect Mazikeen while she escaped. Charm walked into the stair way, she stopped seeing the gun being aimed at her face.
Bucky gasp softly seeing the love of his life, he thought dead was standing in front of him. She looked so different.
“I would’ve never guess the Winter Soldier was here. I love that metal arm.” She winked at him flirtatiously.
Bucky stood there not being able to grasp on words. His best girl was actually alive, he couldn’t believe it. Buchanan trance quickly ended when he saw flames ignite in her hands, hair glowed purple and eyes turned purple as well.
“Once I kill you, it would be such a pleasure to take it off.”
He dropped his aim, “Charmaine?”
She tilts her head stepping forward, “Who’s Charmaine?”
His mouth agape, “Charm do you remember me?” Bucky step back dodging her attempt to swing on him. She blast her fire at his chest, the force from it sent him tumbling down the stairs.
Charmaine leaps forward but Bucky rolled over in time just for her punch to put a dent in the floor. The two fight 7 minutes straight. Every time she got close to him, Bucky would throw out a memory of them so she could remember but it didn’t do nothing but make her angrier.
Both bloody faced fighters stood on the opposite side trying to catch their breath. Bucky continues to try with her. “Your full name is Charmaine Ralei Morgan. Your father is Tony Stark. We cooked together all the time. You went to NYU for college!”
Charmaine cries out in pain clutching her head. The memories gave her brain unbearable pain. She ran toward him football tackling him through some hallways doors on to the floor.
Charmaine sat on top of him, repeatedly punching the Winter Solider. “I AM THE ETERNAL FLAME!”
Punch.
“YOU ARE MY MISSION.”
Punch.
“I HAVE TO KILL YOU!”
Punch
Her filled with tears as she held her fist up,“I NEED TO KI-kill you.” Charm stared at Bucky’s bloodied face. Her mind fought for dominance over who was in control. Charmaine or The Eternal Flame.
Bucky stared back ready for the next punch. “Charmaineyou’re my lucky charm.” He said breathlessly and it clicks in her head. Charm drops her fist, eyes turning normal, crying. Bucky took this as his opportunity.
“I’m so sorry Charmaine but I have to do this.”
She looks at him confused, “W-What?”
Bucky metal fist connects with her temple, completely knocking her out. Her unconscious body fell on top of his.
Well that was hard.
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Omggg they got Charmaine backkk!
this was so damn corny ( i threw in the moment that happened in CA:TWS)
Summary: Going into Emmie’s third trimester, the cravings hit but the contractions hit harder.
A/N: I’ve finally gotten to the point to where I can write. Thank you everyone for being patient.
Bucky sigh as Emmie starts to throw a fit. “Em I’m just going to the living room.” He rub his hand over his face.
“Stop crying babe.”
Emmie looked at him as tears spewed from her eyes. “To go and say maybe my back hurts because you’re laying in bed. No!”
Bucky just stared as she threw her third fit for today. “Emmie you’re not making any sense. I just said maybe if you get out of bed and walk around your back won’t hurt.” He shook his head as he stood near the end of the bed.
“Maybe my back hurts because you don’t know how-how to just pullout.” Emmie cried, hugging the pillow close. “And it hurts for real.” She couldn’t control the fact that she was crying. Emmie was just hungry and didn’t know to tell Bucky because her emotions were everywhere.
“Baby-” She cut Bucky off with more crocodile tears.
“You have some nerve to say that so go do what you wanted to do.”
Bucky looked at her with a disbelief expression, “Babe you doing all this because I don’t want to lay down anymore.” He was trying to hold in his laughter. “I’ve been laying down with you all day baby. Let’s go do something.”
Emmie could tell that he wasn’t taking her seriously. “Go lay with another bitch then. If that’s what you want so bad.”
Bucky let out a little laugh, “Babe I don’t want to lay down anymore.” He tries to touch her leg but she moved away.
Emmie sobbed pointing towards the door, she raised her voice. “Get Out!!!”
Bucky couldn’t take it and started laughing, “Babe calm down!” She cried harder as he scooted back up in the bed. “I’m sorry baby, come on let’s get something to eat.” Bucky opened his arms so she could lay on his chest. Which she did.
Emmie let out a tired,“What?”
Bucky kissed her forehead, “Babe you can’t just be yelling at me because your back hurts.” Emmie took in his scent which calmed her down. “Now, what you want to eat?”
“Chic-fil-a.”
“A 12 count with mac and cheese and a sweet tea to drink with a vanilla milkshake. Am I correct baby?”
“Yes.”
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After the moment earlier about food, Emmie slept soundly in the bed. Bucky and Steve played video games in the living room. Steve girlfriend was out on vacation with her family so Steve hung out with them.
Emmie felt so cold as she was wrapped under the blankets in bed. Something just told Bucky to go check on his wife which he did.
“Babe are you okay?” He placed his hand on her steaming hot forehead. “Shit Emmie! You’re burning up.”
She sat up in the bed,“No I’m…” Emmie puked all over herself on accident. All the chic fil a came back up but she didn’t have time to move. Bucky eyes widen as he yelled for Steve.
“Steve!! Come here with a trash can! Hurry.”
Emmie body shook from throwing up her guts, it made her weak. She tries to apologize but Bucky rubbed her back in comfort. “It’s okay my love. You’re okay.”
Steve came into the room with a trash can to see the scene. “Is she okay Buck?” Bucky removed the comforter that had the puke while Steve held the bag. “Yeah, I’m going to give her a bath. Can you throw this out for me.”
“Yeah no problem.”
Emmie felt embarrassed in front of Bucky as she stared at her fingers. “I’m going to go run some water then let’s get you to the bathroom.” He kissed her forehead, and made way to the bathroom.
After the bath was prepared, Bucky helped Emmie to the bathroom. “You look so beautiful.” He said as he underdressed her. “I love you.” Bucky rubbed her stomach.
Emmie held onto him as she sat in the tub. The water was cool so she wouldn’t get nauseated again. The water felt amazing against her skin. “I love you too… I’m sorry-”
Bucky cut her off, “You don’t have to apologize for anything. You’re okay.” He brought her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it.
“I just don’t want you seeing me like this.”
“Like what?”
“All pregnant and fat. You probably m-miss my skinny body. I’m not pretty no more.”
“Baby you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love your body, every piece of you. You’re perfect for me.”
Emmie started crying out of pain and the beauty of the fact that Bucky loves her body. Bucky sat beside the tub on the floor, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry baby. What’s wrong?”
“Contractions…”
On the couch the three where with Emmie in the middle. She cried out every time a contraction hit. “Ah!”
Bucky heart hurt as he felt that it was nothing he could do. He wiped the sweat that formed around her head. She still was having heat flashes.
“Have you guys talked with the doctor?” Steve massage her feet as he been doing so for the last 15 minutes. Her feet were swollen huge.
Her back laid in Bucky’s lap so he massaged her stomach until she needed to pee. “Yes, she told me that it was false labor. Emmie do you want something?”
A tear fell as she shook her head. The pain was unbearable. “Let’s try something Emmie.” Bucky pulled Emmie into his lap. Both in a sitting up position, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Using both hands to lift up her belly.
Emmie found comfort in not having a huge belly on her pelvis. The contractions still hit but it was better then before. Her eyes slowly closed and getting the proper sleep that she wanted all day.
Steve looked in relief that she went to sleep. “You want to watch a movie?” Bucky nodded his head.
“Yeah I want to watch that new Resident Evil movie.”
“Okay let me make some ice cream first.”
As Steve went into the kitchen Bucky stared at his sleeping wife. He felt like he deserved the best husband award for helping her. He kissed her forehead,”I love you.”
Summary:Alone in the middle of nowhere and feeling yourself slowly fading, all you could do was try to keep yourself alive.
Pairing:Bucky x y/n
Word Count:2.4k
Warnings: Language, some gore
Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes for the prompt for this story, sorry it’s been so long coming! ‘Reader has been missing for a few days, Bucky is going completely insane, they find her hurt/unconscious/dying in a field somewhere.’
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As you wearily dragged yourself back to consciousness, he was your first thought.
You were only granted a few blissful seconds of peace before being inundated with pain, fear and disorientation, but in that brief time your mind was swimming with Bucky’s last words as you boarded that fucking plane.
‘Keep yourself safe for me, bug.’
Then he slipped away.
Unbelievable agony began to radiate from your right leg, shooting through your body like lightning with every slight movement. Battling through your tangled thoughts, you slowly pieced together the series of events that had landed you flat on your back in the middle of a field, in so much pain that you were struggling to breathe. You vaguely recalled glancing through the Alpha Jet’s window and seeing Moscow down below, then seconds later being hit by some kind of projectile. The impact had instantly snapped your wing off and sent you plummeting towards the ground.
After that it was just blackness, but the thick cords wrapped tightly around your waist and thighs led you to the conclusion that your parachute must’ve malfunctioned.
Fuck, Bucky was gonna be so pissed.
He always told you to double check that stuff, giving you concerned glances every time you teased him for being paranoid- if you somehow managed to survive this you were definitely in deep shit.
On the plus side, you now knew vaguely where you were and how you’d ended up here, so it was time to let your years of relentless survival training kick in. Your focus shifted to keeping yourself alive.
First, you needed to see your leg.
Carefully moving yourself around a little, you couldn’t feel any pain coming from your back, so you decided to risk sitting up in order to assess the full extent of the damage. It took at least thirty minutes and some intense screeching, but you eventually managed to find a comfortable position where you could get a good look. Your right leg was completely crushed underneath a sharp, thick piece of steel. At your best you could probably have shifted it, but you’d barely managed to muster the energy required to get to this point- besides, there was a good chance it was the only thing stopping you from bleeding out.
Freeing a length of cord and taking a deep breath, you fashioned it into a tight tourniquet above your knee, the pain causing you to collapse back to the ground. You needed to distract yourself, find something to focus on other than the excruciating agony.
Frantically flicking through memories like a rolodex, you eventually dug out an old reliable, one that could always make you smile no matter the circumstances- the day you first met Bucky.
You were still locked away beneath the Triskelion at the time, in the midst of Fury’s brutal Hydra-deprogramming regime, seriously considering whether all this pain was worth the meagre quality of life you’d be doomed to once you were cured. All you’d been told was that someone with ‘similar experiences’ was being sent to ‘assess’ you, which sounded to you like the kind of euphemism a parent would use to reassure their child when the vet arrives to put down their beloved pet.
The door of your basement prison slowly opened, and the first thing you saw was his smile, faint but optimistic. After that it took less than a few minutes for you to gather that this broad, intimidating man was just a sweet and clumsy oaf.
He stood opposite you and reeled off a few questions, giving away his nervousness by fidgeting around slightly as he spoke. ‘So how long’ve they had you hidden away down here?’
‘Almost two years.’
‘Wow, long time. You like it down here?’ You gave him a slightly puzzled look, figuring it was pretty clear that you weren’t living in this bare, concrete basement by choice. ‘Sorry. Stupid question. You’d probably rather be anywhere else, right? But hey, at least there’s no bugs.’
‘Nope, just me.’
‘You’re definitely the biggest bug I’ve ever seen.’ He paused, reassessing his words. ‘Not that you’re- I didn’t mean-’
The corners of your mouth curled into a smile in response to his inept ramblings. The sight seemed to effectively derail his frantic train of thought, because his words trailed off and he let the two of you settle into a brief, comfortable silence.
You knew from that moment there was something special about him, but later in the day when he spilled a full mug of coffee all over the floor and made you laugh for the first time in years, you knew he was the one. Just remembering his face as he stared at the slowly spreading brown puddle made you laugh to yourself, but you quickly snapped out of your fantasy when the sensation caused pangs of pain in your chest.
Just like that, you were back in your nightmare.
Your throat had already started to feel dry and scratchy, but you had no water and it was the height of summer, so there was little chance of rain. Bucky had three days to find you at most, all you could do in the meantime was try to preserve what little energy you had left.
You attempted to lull yourself to sleep by imagining him next to you, trying to remember the soft sound of him breathing and the warmth of his closeness. You thought about how long it’d taken for both of you to reach the point where you could share a bed, how you built up trust, slowly growing accustomed to being in such close proximity.
It started with Bucky sleeping on the floor of your bedroom, just so the two of you could get used to the sounds of each other. It only took a few weeks before he was able to tell whether you were awake just from the speed of your breathing, and he’d make sure to ask every few minutes if you were okay until he heard you nod off. The first time he tried sleeping in your bed, both of you expected a night of tension and unrest, but it turned out blissful. The feeling of his arm slung over you while you slept was the most comforting sensation you’d ever experienced. After that, there was no turning back, and the presence of each other was the only thing that could guarantee you both a good night’s sleep.
All you had tonight was the bitter cold and the paralysing fear that you might never get to see him again.
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You jolted awake.
Sitting up slightly, waves of dizziness hit and you suddenly noticed that the grass around you was soaked with blood. You took a deep breath, grabbed a sturdy-looking stick from the ground and clenched it between your teeth, biting down hard as you tightened your tourniquet. The pain was immense and felt like it would never end.
After that, all you could do was lay back down and just let the hours pass. The light slowly faded, bright sunshine turning into murky twilight, which then waned into a darkness so thick that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.
Thankfully, you didn’t mind the darkness. Late night was the only time Bucky was able to sneak you out of that fucking basement prison, so you’d grown quite fond of it, often staying up late just to stare into the night sky and relive those memories.
You thought back to the first time he did it, how he charmed the security guard before excitedly leading you through a maze of winding corridors. You’d never forget the feeling of the clean, crisp midnight air hitting your face for the first time in years. You were stood there with eyes firmly closed, tears running down your face, just breathing it in. A hand was gently placed on your shoulder, and you glanced over to see Bucky looking at you with the most beautifully triumphant smile. You leant into him and let his arms enclose you. The two of you stood there, holding each other and gazing at the stars, for hours.
You held on to that memory for as long as you could, but eventually it got away. You were starting to fade, you could feel it. Grasping around for anything that would keep your mind active, you began trying to remember all the intricate details of his face and the cadences of his voice, imagining what he’d say to you if he was here.
‘Well, I never pegged you as a quitter.’
You smiled slightly to yourself, his voice echoing in your ears. ‘You always overestimated me.’
‘That’s a lie and you know it.’
Letting your head fall to the side, you saw him crouched down beside you, wearing the same outfit he’d had on when you first met. A plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, classic but unbelievably sexy.
‘Good to see you, bug.’
‘You too Buck,’ tears started to well in your eyes, ‘I just wish you were real.’
‘Me too.’
You would’ve given anything to have him reach out and touch your face, to feel the rough skin of his hand against your cheek, to know he was there with you.
‘But look,’ laying down beside you, he propped up his head, a goofy grin spread across his face, ‘I wore your favourite outfit.’
‘You’re a figment of my imagination, of course I put you in my favourite outfit.’
He shrugged. ‘Could’a put me in nothing at all.’
‘Didn’t want you to be cold.’
‘So considerate.’
You chuckled slightly, wincing in pain. ‘Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.’
Your gaze shifted from your imaginary boyfriend back to the inky sky, a feeble sigh escaping your lips. You knew him being here wasn’t a good sign, your mind was obviously starting to completely unravel, but you couldn’t say you weren’t grateful for the company.
‘Am I gonna die here, Buck?’
‘Well you’ve lost a lot of blood and you haven’t had any water in almost two days,’ he leaned so close that you swore you could smell his cologne, ‘but we both know you’ve survived worse. If this is the thing that takes you out then, frankly, imma be a little pissed.’
You gave him a faint smile, pretty impressed at the accuracy with which your half-dead brain had created this hallucination- he was just as much of an asshole as his real counterpart.
‘Besides,’ he continued, ‘I can’t be too far away by now. You know I’ll never stop until I find you.’
‘You better fucking not.’
Your eyes slowly closed, but you still heard his voice in your ears as you drifted off into a fractured sleep.
‘Get some rest, bug. I’ll see you soon.’
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You felt an orange warmth against your eyelids, but you couldn’t muster the energy to peel them open. The pain in your leg had faded, but you weren’t sure if it had improved or if you’d just grown accustomed to it. You kept falling in and out of consciousness, strange dreams bleeding into reality until you couldn’t distinguish the two anymore.
You fell into a sunken place, tranquil sensations engulfing your body, as if you were slowly slipping into a warm bath.
You thought, in the far distance, you heard your name being called.
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Faint beeping started in your right ear.
It was sporadic and far away at first but, eventually, it grew loud and steady. You managed to grasp onto the sound, letting it drag you out of the sunken place and back into your body. Then more sounds started to bleed through. You pushed aside the distant footsteps and singing of birds to focus on the one you were really interested in- the close mumbling of an incredibly familiar voice. Mumbles strung themselves together and eventually became words.
‘-and then Steve said it wasn’t as good as the one from the diner around the corner, but he’s only saying that cause he’s got a crush on the girl that works behind the counter there. He knows I’m right, there’s no comparison.’
Your eyelids were still too heavy to push open and your throat was so dry it was painful, but you just about managed to choke out a few words.
‘Are you really talking to your comatose girlfriend about pizza?’
You couldn’t see him, but you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was talking through a wide grin. ‘I ran out of interesting topics hours ago, not my fault you decided to sleep in.’
A chuckle rose up from your stomach and you winced, expecting that pang of pain, but there was nothing. You just about managed to pry an eye open, lolling your head towards Bucky’s voice and trying to focus through the blinding fluorescent light.
‘Are you real?’
‘I’m real.’ His hand came to rest on your face, the sensation sending elated waves through you. ‘You had me scared for a second there, bug. Thought you were a goner.’
The corner of your mouth twitched. ‘I’ve survived worse.’
‘Your chances of survival would be much better if you checked your damn parachutes every once in a while. How many times have I told you?’
‘I don’t even get a minute of consciousness without a guilt trip?’
‘I can go back to talking about pizza, if you’d prefer.’
A single head shake was all you could manage in response to that threat. He chuckled, rising from his chair and leaning over you, thumb stroking over your cheek while he planted a cautiously soft kiss on your forehead.
‘I’m never letting you outta my sight again.’
You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?’
‘No.’
Now you were more grounded in reality, and apparently doped up on a cocktail of pain meds, you managed to push down on the mattress and shift yourself sideways. Bucky’s very concerned frown faded once you patted the bed beside you.
‘Could use some company.’
‘Oh, me too.’ He carefully climbed into the empty space, lowering his head onto the pillow. ‘I haven’t slept well for days.’
‘Wow, must’ve been really hard for you.’
‘It was.’
You watched the teasing smirk fade from his face as he drifted off to sleep, and felt yourself following not long afterwards.—
Natasha, Wanda, and you were scrolling through TikTok. You were laughing hysterically at the different videos you showed each other when Natasha suddenly started smacking Wanda’s arm and pointing to her phone. Wanda’s eyes grew large and she nodded giggling.
“What are you two hiding?” You smile at the two.
“Watch.” Natasha shows you the video. A headline reading “‘He’s just a friend’ ight then text him ‘lets fuck’ and see what he says” is followed with a video of the responses the TikToker got. Ranging from mean to funny to eager.
Whatever had woken you, whatever the nightmare had been about, had left you with no memory of it but all the emotions coursing through you. Fear, dread, and bitter loneliness tore at your insides. You fled your room, feeling like the walls were closing in on you. For a while, you sat in the common room of the tower trying to calm yourself. Utter exhaustion finally drove you back towards your room. Your arms wrapped around yourself and lost in your thoughts, you made your way quietly.
“Doll, you okay?” comes a low voice.
You see Bucky standing in his doorway and something in you breaks. Shuffling over to him, you press your head to his chest as a sob wracks through you. Immediately his strong arms wrap around you and his voice is in your ear, “You’re okay, Doll. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He holds you until your sob abate and then stands swaying with you and rubbing your back until you feel strong enough to pull away.
“I’m sorry. I… had a nightmare.” You say.
“Don’t apologize for crying.” Bucky pulls you into his room and closes the door, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t even remember it. I woke feeling scared and alone and… and… I don’t know. It sounds stupid now that I’ve said it out loud.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“I was gonna try to go back to sleep. What are you doing up?” You wonder why he’s awake at 2am.
“I heard someone walking down the hall and thought I’d check.” Bucky shrugs.
“Oh. Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep. Thanks, Bucky.” You head to his door.
“Anytime, Doll.”
When you reach his door you put your hand on the knob to open it but just end up pressing your forehead to the door. You were loath to leave the warmth of his presence. The loneliness had pulled at you with each step you took towards his door until you felt weighted down by it.
“Doll?” Bucky’s voice is filled with concern.
“I’m sorry.” You say reaching for the knob again.
“Doll.” Bucky’s hand covers yours. “Come on, I’ll hold you until you fall asleep.“ He pulls you to his bed. He lays down and then holds the covers up for you to crawl in. You fought with yourself for a moment, not wanting to invade his space, not wanting to be needy, but one look at his face melted any resistance. He looked at you with such open kindness. You lay down, pressing yourself as close to his body as you can, burying your face in his chest and clinging to his waist. He wraps his arms around you and tangles your legs together. “I won’t leave you alone. Promise.”
“Thank you, Bucky.” You whisper against him.
“Anything you need, Doll. All you ever have to do is ask. I’ll be here for you.” He kisses the top of your head. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You sat on your bed in tears. It was as you danced with Steve that night at Tony’s party that you had watched over his shoulder as Bucky had left with another woman. Technically, he had every right. The two of you weren’t a couple. You had been sleeping together for seven months and you were desperately in love with him, but he had told you many times he didn’t want a relationship. He never told you why, but he insisted that what was going on between the two of you stay casual. You had agreed but, stupidly, you had fallen for him and watching him take another woman to his bed hurt. You knew he probably had before but he had never done it in front of you.
For my lovely, darling friend, @fandomsaremylifeline I love you and I hope you enjoy!
Bucky and Loki are watching over the class of new recruits when they both pickup on a couple of them having a conversation nearby.
“I was thinking about asking her out,” the male says.
The female scoffs in derision, “You don’t want to do that.”
“Why not?”
“She’s still got her V card. Total prude.”
“At her age? Wow. Must be something wrong there,” he laughs.
“Right?” She laughs as they walk off.
A little while later, you had just finished your circuit and spotted the recruit that had been flirting with you a good bit, “Hey. How’d training go today?”
You wake with a start. The clock reads 3am. Unsure of what woke you, you listen for a few minutes but hear no unusual sounds. Your stomach is knotted. On a whim, you get out of bed and stand in the hallway listening again. It’s then that you hear a faint grunt and the whispered word “no.” You move towards Bucky’s room, realizing he must be having a nightmare, and open the door to silently slip inside.
“Bucky.” You whisper while moving closer to his bed. “Bucky, wake up.” Touching him is a crapshoot and you weigh your options. You say his name louder but when Bucky only continues to grunt and jerk, you put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fly open feeling the touch and he stares at you wide-eyed and chest heaving. “Hey. It’s me. You’re okay. You were having a nightmare.”
“What was that supposed to mean?” you slowly lowered your book and looked over to Bucky who had just gotten comfortable under the sheets.
“Come on,” he smiled, “it was a joke.”
“It wasn’t funny,” you rolled your eyes and picked up your book again.
You could see from the corner of your eye Bucky was still looking at you, his lips slightly parted, looking like he was in shock you took to joke to heart. “Babe-” he cut himself off by moving closer to you, gently pushing your book down again, “I’m sorry, that was a bad joke,” he shook his head, “I make jokes about that stuff and it’s self-deprecating, when I make it about you I’m being mean to my girlfriend and…” you still hadn’t looked at him, Bucky took a deep breath, “that was really shitty of me to do that.”
“Whatever,” you breathed as you flipped the page.
“It’s not whatever, babe,” Bucky sat up, “I shouldn’t have- hey, look at me,” he took the book more forcefully from your hands, “I’m trying to have a conversation and apologize to you, you can’t just ignore me and read your stupid book, alright?” he shook his head and placed the book on your bedside table.
“Well I don’t want to talk right now,” you picked your book back up, “I wanted to read and you got in my way, you apologized so now I’m back to reading my book.” before you could find your page again Bucky had snatched it, dropping it on the ground.
“We never go to bed mad at each other,” Bucky pressed, shifting his body so he could make eye contact with you, “what else is going on?”
“That’s just a stupid rule to force people to forgive one another when in reality it’s better to wait a while before talking about it,” you crossed your arms.
“Excuse me?” Bucky’s eyebrows quickly furrowed, “since when have I ever forced you to do anything?”
You looked at him for a moment, an answer on the tip of your tongue. You knew if you were going to say it that would lead to a completely different argument, as he looked at you with a knowing look, thinking he’d won, you tried your best to think of a reason to say what you had in mind, all of the scenarios would lead to a larger argument.
“See?” he asked, “nothing, I’ve never forced-”
“You force me to talk about Hydra.”
The room fell silent, Bucky’s lips parted again but in a different kind of shock. That was a massive blow and you could see it on his face he was angry yet sad at the same time, from the look on his face he knew what you were talking about.
“You think I was forcing you?” he whispered, all you could do was nod. “Baby,” he sighed and leaned forward so his head was resting on your stomach, “no…I wanted to help, I-I thought if I could get you to talk about it to someone then you’d feel better and be more open, I never wanted to force you,” he shook his head and turned it so his cheek was pressed against your stomach but he was looking up at you.
“Well, that’s what it felt like,” you whispered and looked up, not trying to look at his puppy dog eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, “fuck, is that why you’ve been distant lately?”
You looked down at him, “I haven’t been distant.”
“Yes you have,” he nodded, circling his arms around you.
“No,” you paused, “I haven’t.”
Bucky sighed and sat up again, “we’re going to get nowhere if you keep denying everything,” he ran a hand down his face, “just understand that I felt you’ve been distant.”
“That’s different from just saying I’ve been distant,” you sat up and looked at him, “I haven’t been distant but if you felt that way then I’ll try and fix it, sometimes I’m tired or I don’t want to be swaddled every single second of my day.”
Bucky whispered, “oh my god,” as he looked away, taking a moment for himself, “that’s so insensitive and you know that, we’ve talked about how I feel better when I’m touching you, I feel grounded and you really want to call me clingy?” he stood up and paced, scoffing every once in a while.
“It was insensitive to say I’m being distant,” you stood up as well, the bed between the both of you.
“How did we get here?” Bucky asked in defeat, letting his arm drop like dead weight.
“Don’t pull that card,” you placed both hands on the bed and lead towards him, “don’t act tired and say we’re going to deal with this tomorrow because we never do, we always push it to the side and act like nothing wrong for a few days and then we’re back here again.”
Bucky just stood on the other side of the bed, dressed in his pyjamas and looking ready for bed. He took a step back so he could lean his body weight on the shared desk in your shared room, arms folded in front of him. “So, what do we do?” he asked calmly.
“We get all of it out, we say everything we’ve been keeping stored up, we say it now.”
“You seem really eager to insult me,” Bucky tilted his head to the side, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed to face you.
“Jesus,” you wiped down your face, “you love to just slightly twist everything around so it fits your narrative, you love to make me look like the bad guy, huh?”
“When have I ever done that?” Bucky didn’t sound tired like he wanted to sleep, he was tired of the conversation.
“Literally two seconds ago,” you scoffed, “I said that couples make that rule to not go the bed angry to force each other to forgive them, then you said ‘when have I ever forced you to do anything?’ well, that’s not what I said,” you looked him deep in the eye, “I never said youforceme to do anything, though I feel that way, I said that rule was used to force other couples, you make me look like the bad guy.” you hands touched your chest, trying to communicate how sure you were of this reason.
“Give me another one,” he said sharply, his upper lip twitching.
“It’ll probably happen in this conversation, so I’ll let you know,” you sneered, “now you go, hit me.”
Bucky shook his head and look up, letting out a deep breath, “you’re too closed off to be in a relationship, I know almost nothing about you, you don’t try to be a girlfriend.” you had nothing to say, just waiting for him to elaborate, “that’s the take, that’s it,” he shrugged, “you’re not open enough to let someone in, I’m trying to understand you, I’m trying to help but every time I get another inch in you shut me out and we’re here again, I just don’t understand what you want from me as your boyfriend.”
“I-” your voice got caught in your throat, “I don’t know.”
“Then what are we doing here?” he asked slowly, there was no anger in his voice, only sadness. “Why are we dating when we should have stayed friends, cuddle buddies,” his voice was filled with sorrow, “I have so much love for you, I want to protect you, and hold you, and tell you everything is going to be okay between us but I can’t,” he sighed and cupped your cheek so you were looking at him, “we’re not a good fit and I hate that we had to fight every day to figure that out.”
You nodded before slowly walking towards him, letting your head fall on his chest so he could hug you, “but I love you so much,” you cried, “I thought I was enough, I thought I was being a good girlfriend, I-I thought I was enough.”
Bucky sighed, “you’ll be enough for someone else, I needed more and I’m sorry.”
You paused for a moment, “that was rude,” you cried, “can you just lie to me now to make me feel better, at least?”
Bucky grew rigid, “leave it to you to pull that while we’re breaking up,” he gently moved you off of him, you looked up to see tears in his eyes; they were going away now from what you said.
You and Bucky stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Your hands were still balling his sweater as the last tears rolled down your cheeks, you felt empty because he wasn’t wiping them away like he always did, he was just standing there, watching you cry.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “we’re done.”
Something inside you shifted, your eyes dried up and your nose began to scrunch. “I wish I had never met you,” you spoke slowly so he knew you meant it, “I wish I never met you so I wouldn’t have to go through this, I would have to feel so conflicted and stupid.” you stepped forward, “you wanted to become friends with me to get away from Steve-”
“And I thought you were cool.”
“-which makes me a pawn,” you walked past him, opening drawers and picking up your belongings, “I wish I had never met you because of the amount of…hurt I feel in my chest right now…” you took a deep breath, “the amount of anger, sadness, and mixed emotions,” you tried to catch your breath, “I really thought I was good, I really thought we had something here, and I get that it didn’t work…but I just feel really dumb.”
Bucky shook his head, “look, I’m sorry,” he said and it sounded like he meant it, “but there’s nothing we can do, this relationship was a landmine, just waiting to go off.”
“I wish I never met you,” you spat, feeling the anger rise again.
Bucky shook his head in disbelief, “if you never met me then I would still be at Hydra,” he said coldly, “if you had never met me then I wouldn’t have been saved, you really feel that way?” Bucky stood in front of the things you were trying to pack.
“There,” you whispered.
“What?” he tilted his head, upper lip twitching again.
“You did it again,” an evil smirk grew on your face, “I never said I wanted to leave you at Hydra, you know me well enough to know I’d never wish the pain of Hydra on anyone. But to make you look like the good guy you had to make me look like the villain,” you pushed past him to stack more shirts, “the fact that you would eventhinkI’d get some sick joy from the idea of leaving you at that Hydra facility makes me physically ill.” you leaned forward, punctuation your sentence.
“You are so infuriating,” Bucky spoke through clenched teeth.
“And you’re a piece of shit!” you screamed, “you’re a massive asshole who flips the truth and makes me look like the crazy girlfriend who wants her boyfriend to still be getting tortured!” tears collected in your eyes as you spoke, “I’m-” you gasped for air, “I’m notcrazy.”
Bucky stood there and nodded, “I never said you were,” he said softly.
“Fuck you,” you leaned in a pressed one finger to his chest, “you can keep the room, it’s closer to Steve anyway,” tears rolled down your cheeks as you walked past him, going to your drawers and picking up all your clothes.
“But this was originally your room,” Bucky turned and looked at you, “I can move out.”
“No,” you sniffled, “I’m moving out of this stupid compound.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Bucky scoffed, “you’re so dramatic.”
Your hands froze and you stood still, “Friday?” you asked, “turn on soundproofing.” after a click you looked at Bucky, “I am not dramatic,” you walked over to him, though the soundproofing was on you had not started to yell, “I’m being broken up with.”
“Are you going to scream at me?” he asked quietly but darkly.
“If I’m prompted,” you looked him up and down before walking back to your pile of clothes on the bed, you sorted through what was actually Bucky’s and what was yours. Once you had your clothes you went to the bathroom, Bucky followed and stood at the doorway, his arms crossed in front of him.
“Are you quitting?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I’m going to take a vacation, some time off, and then move back in when I feel I’m ready,” you tried your best to sound find but tears kept streaming down your face, it also didn’t help that Bucky could see you with the mirror. “I need some time to breathe and just time alone, I think.”
“Okay,” Bucky nodded and looked down, “your shaving cream is under the sink,” he said quietly when you looked like you were about to finish packing in the bathroom.
“Thanks,” you whispered as you leaned down, picking up the shaving cream and placing it into a bag with your other toiletries. “I’m going to go now,” you whispered and looked up at him, Bucky was also beginning to cry.
“I’m sorry,” his voice gave out on him, “I’ll always love you, just know that.”
You nodded, “if you ever need a cuddle buddy,” both of you smiled through tears in your eyes, “you can always count on me.”
Bucky sniffled and looked up at the ceiling, “fuck,” he whispered. Where he was standing in the doorway was blocking you from leaving, you stood ready to leave but he didn’t move. “I just can’t let you go,” he laughed through the tremendous pain, “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”
“Me too,” your lips pursed together as you looked at him, a sob was about to erupt but you knew you could cry that hard around him, “me too…” you repeated and took a step forward but Bucky still didn’t move, “Bucky, I…” you looked up to see him staring at you deeply.
“What happened to you at Hydra?” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, “how badly did they hurt you, baby?” the pet name was second nature to him and you saw his face shift when he realized what he had called you.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you shook your head with a whisper, “it’s too much.”
“Alright,” he nodded and dropped his hand, “one last hug?” his arms open wide.
You shook your head and his face fell, “you called me dramatic, you called me insensitive, you twisted my words,” you shook your head and physically moved him so you could get through, “if I hug you I’m going to stay and believe there’s a way we can work this out, I’m so used to us fighting and not really making up; I’m not doing that again.” you placed the toiletry bag in the suitcase you had your clothes in, “I’ll fall back in love with you if I hug you again and I just can’t let you win.”
Another hit to Bucky sent tears to his eyes, “get out,” His voice shook.
You nodded and left, walking down the hallway and passing people who had no idea what you had just gone through, they smiled and waved and you did the same; hoping no one could see your red eyes and puffy face. You’d send an email tomorrow making up some random excuse for why you had to take some time off, even though you had a massive fight with Bucky doesn’t mean his name would get thrown around the compound.
It was late so hotels were letting people check in, you had not reserved a room because you didn’t know this would be the last night with Bucky. The end was near, he was right about the relationship being a land mine, both of you weren’t good for one another but it seemed neither of you could pull the shoot because of how much platonic love you offered to the other.
You checked in and wheeled your suitcase to the third floor, finding your room and using the key to unlock it. There was one large bed and a desk, you dropped your bag and flopped on the bed, already in clothes you’d sleep in. after getting under the sheet you curled into a ball, letting yourself freely cry. Your arms circled around yourself as you sobbed into the pillow, almost screaming a few times and you remembered your time with Bucky.
There were good parts, you’d gone on dates and watched movies together; typical boyfriend-girlfriend things. But you knew there were also bad parts like arguments and Bucky apologizing when he’d wake you up from a nightmare, which would always lead to a conversation in the morning which would lead to an argument.
Your arms held the firm pillow as you wept in it, trying to imagine Bucky’s chest under your cheek. You knew you could no longer think of him when you needed comfort, he offered help but you would never take it. You just wanted his touch and his love, you didn’t need anything else.
Maybe that was your issue, all you wanted was a rock or someone to lean on while Bucky wanted an actual relationship. Yes, you wanted a relationship with him but maybe your definitions were different and that was what lead you on this path. That would make it neither of your faults, but there was blame on both parties, it would be selfish of you to think it was all his fault.
Your phone buzzed and you were too quick to pick it up, Bucky had texted you.
Bucky: Hey, just making sure you’re safe at whatever hotel you’re at, I talked with Tony and there’s a room on the floor above our room, if you ever want to come back to the compound just know your room will be open and I’ll take the one in the floor above. Please don’t think you have to stay there all the time, please come back whenever and let me know so I can make sure to give you space. It’s gonna be awkward at the beginning but I know we both will be professional if we pass each other in the halls or get scheduled together for a mission, if I ever make you uncomfortable just tell me, I want to try and rekindle a friendship at some point because I still really care about you. You don’t need to answer all of this, just let me know you’re somewhere safe. Bucky.
You read the text over and over, every time you’d read it it would get hard with your eyes blurring from tears.
You: thank you, I’m safe at a hotel. Don’t know when I’ll come back. Thank you for everything, Bucky, thank you.
You dug your face in your pillow as you pressed send, crying uncontrollably until you heard the buzz that he had texted back.
Bucky: sweet dreams
As your eye fell heavy and your tears ran out you realized you only had one regret:
You should have kicked him out instead of leaving.
The blue light from the screen burned your eyes, there was crust forming around your lashes and in your tear ducts. Your back was bent forward at an ungodly angle, it cracked whenever you sat up straight to take a second to breathe. There was typing and clicking all around the room, Steve and Sam were muttering a conversation out of courtesy for everyone else typing.
You, Steve, and Sam were all working on the same thing, you were writing a mission. Steve had come to you and Sam privately to plan and execute a mission, he had gotten the green light from his superior but wanted to keep the mission a secret. You three were going to break Bucky out from a Hydra base.
You’d never met the Winter Soldier before, he had never crossed paths with your work. After Steve approached you saying he found where he was you felt as though needed to tag on, the relief but fear in Steve’s face convinced you this was a big deal to him.
It was weird, you had never run into Bucky but both of you were taken captive by Hydra at some point. Two years ago you were outnumbered and decided to surrender yourself instead of taking a bullet between the eyes, the Hydra agents threw you into a cell and beat you bloody for information that you never gave. Now, you didn’t have control over your powers, lightning shot out of you randomly and when you’d touch an energy source you’d burn it out. They found it interesting but they didn’t know how to control it either, half the time you’d burn their breaker box and leave them without light for a few days.
Now you could control it, creating energy at the snap of a finger. You liked lightning the best, it was easy and seemed to kill most of your enemies. On top of that, you could also control the environment, you still knew how to fry an energy source to an entire building but now with more control.
You still had scars from your time at Hydra, most of the slashes healed but you’d wake up from nightmares the odd time. No matter who Hydra held captive, they branded them. A skull with tentacles was held under a flame until the metal turned red, then it would be shoved anywhere visible on your body. Yours was on the side of your thigh from curling up in the corner and trying to cover as much as possible.
After that, you stuck to breaking down trafficking circles or smaller organized crime. You never wanted to run the risk of dealing with those people again, and it seemed cartels and trafficking strip clubs weren’t being taken care of. Steve came to you for your knowledge of Hydra and how they keep their prisoners, he gave you multiple chances to take breaks or leave if it got too much.
“I think that’s all we can do,” Steve stood up, two empty mugs in his hands. You and Sam nodded, Steve sighed and rolled out the kink in his neck, “just prepare yourself for something to go wrong, that is always with Hydra. I know we’ve been planning and all that but Hydra likes to screw with us, get ready for it.” Steve looked between the two of you before walking out, taking the rest of the mugs from beside you.
“I’m calling it in as well,” Sam stood up and cracked his back, with one loud pop he groaned and almost fell over, “you should too, out of all of us you need the sleep.”
“I know,” you shrugged as Sam patted your shoulder.
After Sam left you were left in the computer room alone with your thoughts. It was four in the morning and you’d be taking off at seven, the planning didn’t mean to take this long. You stood as well after shutting down the computer, the overhead lights were off and after the blue light from the computer went out you were left in the dark. With a sore back, you slowly walked to your room, one arm supporting you against the wall as you walked.
Flopping back onto your bed you threw one arm under your pillow, looking at the ceiling and picturing everything that could go wrong during the mission. You knew there was a risk of you getting captured again, that was the one risk that scared you. If they saw your branding symbol you knew they would pull all the past documents about you and continue to try and harvest your powers. You could control them now and that meant they might be able to control them as well.
The dawn came faster than expected, you could feel the sun creeping into your room but got up before you let it hit your face. Your suit was dark blue, some argued navy, and was made by Banner to store energy better. You didn’t know much of the science behind it, all you knew was that it looked cool in action and you felt like a badass.
Your combat boots clomped as you walked out on the grass and to the jet, little spikes on the bottom of your shoes crushing a few dandelions on the way over. It was a spring morning, you could smell the dew the second you walked outside. Steve and Sam were already there, Sam was trying to lighten the mood but Steve wasn’t having it, he stood there and fiddled with his shield. You all walked in and waited for a debrief from Rogers, Sam gave you a couple of looks to not joke around with Steve.
“I will go get Bucky,” Steve finished his speech off, “he might become hostile towards you guys, he might know me so I have to be the one.”
“Copy,” you nodded.
It seemed like your thinking was a blur until you were stationed outside of the building, your mind was so focused on not getting captured again you barely heard anything coming through your coms. All three of you entered at the same time, guns pointed and ready in front of you. You heard gunshots from around the corner, you sprinted over to find Steve and Sam fighting off many Hydra agents.
“Glad you’ve joined the party!” Sam yelled, expanding his wings to knock out two agents at once.
“I’m fashionably late!” you called back and began fighting, lighting hopped around your suit to show it was filled with energy to use.
Anyone who touched you got electrocuted, their hair stood up and a black burn would show up on their face. It didn’t take much to knock someone out, you’d typically have to shock them again with your energy to kill them.
The agents poured in from every angle, you moved from fighting one person to four in a matter of seconds. With your com in your ear and your team in the same hallway, you could hear them struggling.
“Shit!” you felt a knife slip down your arm and your thigh, one fluid motion cutting you deeply.
“We need a different plan!” Sam yelled.
“I’m gonna count down from three and when I say ‘now’ you have to jump and not touch anyone, got it?” You screamed over the gunfire and grunts, the one thing Hydra agents couldn’t do was aim.
“We’ve barely practiced this!” Steve shouted.
“Do you want Bucky or not?” after yelling back Steve didn’t respond, “three, two, one, now!” at the signal your fists slammed hard against the ground, a ripple of lightning ran through every agent who was on the ground, they all froze at the same time. You pushed out all that was left, screaming as the flashes of your time at Hydra painted your mind. The amount of energy running through them left the agents twitching for seven seconds; enough to kill them.
It was dead silent after you stopped, no one was groaning or slowly trying to get up. When you got to your feet you saw Steve cradled in Sam’s arms as Sam suspended in the air, a look of shock between the two of them. Sam slowly moved to the ground, Steve latched his shield to his back and couldn’t close his mouth.
Before Sam could say anything he got an alert from his wrist, “Redwing spotted some people running with paperwork, we gotta go get them.”
“I’ll-” you were cut off.
“Go get Bucky,” Steve walked over, “I’ll take the runaways.”
“But Bucky is your friend,” you looked at Sam to see the same confused reaction.
“And Hydra is your enemy,” Steve patted your shoulder, “you should be the one, plus,” he cracked a smile, “you’ve already shown off too much.”
“But Steve-”
“Go,” he cut you off again, “I’ll meet you at the jet.”
After looking in a few pockets you found some keys, they looked important. You just nodded before running back to the way you came in, there was a little door off to the side you hadn’t seen before. Slowly, your hand opened the door. Right before you were about to close it you heard a scream. A guttural and heartbreaking scream, the kind of scream you physically cringe at, it was painful, which only meant it belonged to Bucky.
You ran down the corridor, there were twists and turns but you didn’t stop. You used the blood coming from your wound to mark your path, giving you a good chance of getting out. There were empty cells everywhere, no one was around at all. The further you got into the hallways to louder the scream began, on the last turn you heard it loud and clear.
Right at the very end of the hallway, on the right housed the Winter Soldier. He was curled in the corner with his hands over his ears, screaming as loud as he could. You couldn’t see his left arm, it was being shielded by his body.
“I found Bucky,” you spoke into your com, your voice taking him out of his trance.
The man whipped his head around, a pure look of horror on his face. He quickly began sputtering apologies, “I didn’t do anything, I’ve been here, I don’t- I didn’t do anything!” tears rushed down his face, “I swear I’ll be good, please, please, I’ll be good!”
You crouched down to his level, your hand stuck through the small openings between the poles on his cell door. “I don’t work for Hydra,” you whispered, he still looked confused, “I’m here with my friends and someone you know to get you out of here,” you smiled and kept your hand out, “Bucky, your friend Steve is here.”
“Steve?” he immediately sat up, “Steve?” he said again with more hope. You nodded quickly, with a slow hand you pulled the keys out. The sound of the door unlocking seemed to frighten Bucky a bit but you eased him back down, slowly pulling the door open. Your hand was out again, this time with easier access for him to grab.
“Is this a test?” he pushed himself further into the wall, “I don’t want to get wiped again, I promise I don’t know anything,” his voice was shaking.
“I’m here to help you,” your hand got closer to him.
He stood up on his own, fully facing you. His left shoulder was riddled with scars and the open wounds were dripping pus and blood, they must have reopened and gotten infected. Bucky seemed to be coward on his left side, trying to hide it. You just waved him to walk out, finding your blood trail again and slowly making your way out of the twisted hallways. One arm would reach back to push Bucky in the center of your back, he was also crouching like you were. Your gun was out in front, whipping around the corner just in case.
“I’ve secured Bucky, we’re heading out now,” you spoke strongly but quietly into your com.
“Don’t take the way you went in, there are tons of bodies and that will trigger him,” Steve answered, “take a left immediately after leaving the cell hallway and then take two rights and you’re out.”
“Copy,” you looked down at the trail and took your final turn, “Falcon, where are you?”
“I’m clearing the walkout, take your time because they seem to keep popping up out of nowhere,” Sam grunted, “most of them are down but there are still bodies out here, make sure he closes his eyes-”
“Don’t do that!” Steve yelled, “make sure he has all his senses.”
“Copy and copy,” you took a left instead of a right, the existing door was a few steps away. Bucky was still behind you, he seemed to move to stealth move as well, when you turned to talk to him he was watching your back, walking backwards with his left arm ready. “Hey, Bucky,” you whispered.
He turned around, “what?” his head kept whipping over his shoulder.
“We’re going to talk outside, there are bodies out there but we’re taking you to the jet and we’re taking you to our home, alright?” your hand was on the door handle and after he nodded you opened it.
The light poured in as you walked out, you managed a few steps before turning around and seeing Bucky standing there. He was shoeless and shirtless, his pants were ripped into shorts so most of his body was exposed. The spring sun reflected off his body and arm, he was taking a moment and letting the rays absorb into his skin. His eyes were squinty as well, most missions for him were done at night and his cell wasn’t lit up. when he started walking again one hand curved with his forehead to help him see, every time you’d look back he was looking around with barely open eyes.
Hydra agents were rolling around on the ground, groaning in pain. Some were dead, blood staining the green grass. Once you were at the jet you couldn’t see any bodies, just the shadow of Bucky behind you.
“I’m at the jet,” you helped him walk up the ramp, “I’m bringing him in.”
Bucky stood timidly at the bottom of the ramp, his arms crossed tightly around himself to soothe him. His eyes were scanning around, leaning in ever so slightly to try and see everything in the jet. A loud bang sent him pacing back a few steps, whipping his head to his left and seeing Steve and Sam run over. You walked back down the ramp and waved them over, sneaking a few glances at Bucky.
Steve stood there and caught his breath as he looked at Bucky, “you remember me?” Steve asked, clenching his jaw.
Bucky’s eyebrows pulled tight, his bottom lip was being gnawed on. “Um,” his voice cracked, “yeah,” he whispered, “I- I saw you on the bridge, right?” Bucky slowly looked at Sam, “and you were there,” both of them began to nod, “and after I said I remembered you, I knew you.”
“You do know me,” Steve smiled.
“And then they tried to wipe me but I don’t think it worked,” Bucky looked over at you, “I played it off like I had forgotten everything but nothing had changed, I don’t know why but I do know Steve.”
Sam crossed his arms, “you’ve never met Y/N but she was once captured by Hydra, we brought her-”
“We don’t need to get all into that,” you quickly cut him off and walked everyone onto the jet.
You took a seat and found a first aid kit, taking some gauze and making sure the cuts on your arm and leg were healing properly. As you tended to your wounds you heard Sam and Steve sit, Steve sat in the piolet seat and Sam sat across from you. Your head was down as you pushed on the gauze, sometimes closing your eyes at the sting.
“Take a seat, Buck,” Steve said.
You looked up to see Bucky standing by the end of the jet, his arms still crossed in front of his chest. Bucky slowly nodded and took the seat beside you, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. Your cut was on the arm closest to him so you could see him staring at you through the corner of your eye, part of you wanted to look up but the other part was thinking he might get embarrassed. When you moved to your leg to reassess but you still felt his gaze, very slowly you looked up at him.
“Sorry,” he whispered and looked down at his hands, “I just-…sorry.”
“Do you want me to clean out the scars on your arm?” You pointed to his left arm, the one closest to you. “They look infected and I’m going to guess it hurts?”
Bucky shrugged, “nothing really hurts anymore,” his right hand came up and gently pressed against his left scarring, you could see him wince but you knew he was trying to cover it.
“Hey,” you gently removed his right hand and held up a water bottle with a squirt top, “just water, won’t sting.” you held it up and aimed it down, after seeing him nod you began pressing on the water bottle and letting a stream of water flush out his scars. He didn’t seem to mind it, there wasn’t a reaction. After the water washed most of the gunk out you pulled out a small square packet, tared it open and gently pulled out a wipe. “So this is a little disinfectant wipe,” you opened the sheet, “can I wipe your arm?”
Bucky looked at it for a second, by now the scent of alcohol must have burned his nose as it did yours. He flinched back for a second before leaning back in, holding his hand out. “I’ll do it,” he took the sheet from your hand and began wiping around the scars, patting it on the deeper part to make it sting less.
“Great job,” you nodded, quickly checking back on your cuts which were fine. You look up to see him holding out the wipe to you, silently asking you to take it. “Thanks,” you took it back and threw it in the trash, along with other used wrappers and gloves that you had used.
It was silent after that, all four of you sat comfortably as the jet got closer to the compound. Steve flew the entire time, checking over his shoulder once and a while to smile at Bucky or give him a little reassurance. You stayed where you were the entire time, for the bulk of the time you were picking the fried edges of your suit. You’d never done that long shock before, you normally don’t hold the lightning for more than three seconds so seven seconds did a number on your suit. It also did a number on your energy, a few times your eyelids closed for a moment but a moment turned into ten minutes.
At one point your head lulled to the side and touched Bucky’s metal shoulder, he jerked back three seats and cupped his shoulder with his right hand. You quickly woke up and offered apologies, “I can’t believe I just did that, I’m so sorry, I’m just really tired and I probably freaked you out, I’m so sorry.”
Bucky scooted back to beside you, his eyes looking at the ground and sometimes at you. “It’s okay,” he muttered for only you to hear, “thank you for apologizing.”
You just tilted your head over, a sad look on your face, “of course.”
********
For around two weeks Bucky stayed in his room, only allowing Steve to go in and talk or bring food. One day Bucky came running out of his room, screaming for Steve. You were sitting in the common room and Steve had met him halfway in the kitchen, earshot from you.
Bucky had tears streaming down his face, his hands pulled Steve in for a hug. Steve stood in shock for a moment before hugging Bucky back, his own tears gathering.
“Coney Island,” Bucky cried, “Dalorise, my sister Rebecca, my mom Winnie, your mom Sarah,” Bucky jumped up and down, “the Howling Commandos, don’t do anything stupid until I get back!” Bucky wiped his tears but they were quickly replaced.
Steve was in shock, a good kind of shock, “how can I?” Steve’s voice was thick with tears, “you’re taking all the- I can’t, just hug me again.” Steve wrapped Bucky up and the two grown men cried together in the kitchen.
You just sat there from the couch and watched them sway back and forth, you could tell they were talking but you couldn’t hear anymore. Your book rested open on your chest to mark the page, the mug of tea beside you slowly lost its steam. You just sat there and watched them, a long-lost friendship starting to make its way back.
After that Bucky stayed in his room for a few more days, but he was changing now. Steve was also changing, his topic of conversation always flowed back to Bucky. Sometimes you were just making lunch and Steve would walk in and start talking as if you asked how the two of them were doing, at one point you put headphones in and Steve kept talking.
It was difficult to see a friend slowly start to drift, you no longer sparred with Steve. You had been kicked to the punching bag while Bucky and Steve play fought each other, laughing as they talked about the past. You were stuck at a crossroad, part of you missed your friend but the other part knew that this was what Steve was looking for all this time, he needed a moment to just breathe in the happiness of finally getting Bucky back.
You were currently kneeling by the coffee table, a puzzle had been started and a sticky note was left next to it asking for anyone and everyone to try and help put it together. Your hair was pulled back so you could see all the pieces, puzzles weren’t your best skill but you still enjoyed taking part. With a soft gasp, you placed the final edge piece together, there was now a border to work with.
“That’s smart,” a voice came from above. You looked up to see Bucky standing at the other end of the coffee table, “I took a shot at this a while ago and had convinced myself that no pieces worked,” he cracked a smile, it looked forced.
You just nodded and picked up another piece, connecting it to an open slot. “I just always did it this way,” you snapped another piece and then looked up to see Bucky had kneeled.
Bucky managed to put a few pieces together, he had a habit of scratching his stubble before letting out a little sound of him being stumped. “Hey, um,” he started talking but quickly stopped to let out a cough, “I…I never got a chance to thank you for that mission,” he clenched his jaw, “and for cleaning out my arm, it’s still red but getting all the stuff out made it heal faster, so…thank you.” Bucky smiled but this time it looked real, which meant it wasn’t as expressive.
“No worries,” you sighed, snapping another two pieces together, “I hope you’re liking it here, I bet Steve’s been a real help.” there was no sarcasm to your tone.
“Yeah,” Bucky sucked a breath in, “he’s been really great but I feel like he’s keeping me tucked away, y’know?” Bucky reached out and connected another piece, “I really want to get to know some other people, like you.” he quickly added.
“Why me?” you looked up and rested your chin on your hand.
“Because,” Bucky laughed.
You just shook your head, “great answer,” this time the sarcasm was obnoxious.
“Alright,” Bucky rolled his eyes, “because I think you’re very cool and I talked with that birdman,” he paused to let you laugh, leaning back and clutching your stomach as you cackled, “and Sam said you were really nice and that if I ever wanted to talk about Hydra I can go to you.”
You sucked in a breath when he brought up Hydra, “well, thank you for that,” you pulled your lips into a thin line, “and I’m always open to listen but there are some things with Hydra that I don’t want to talk about.”
“Me too,” Bucky nodded, “but just the overall stuff, like the nightmares.”
“The nightmares,” you repeated back, “I used to go cuddle with Natasha after a nightmare but she’s with her family right now.”
Bucky’s eyebrows raised but he caught himself and lowered them, “well, um, do you want to make a mutual…cuddle agreement?” Bucky thought through what he was saying, his face getting red by the end of his proposal.
“Mutal cuddle agreement?” You laughed as you repeated, “I mean, what’s the harm?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Bucky smiled.
“You’ve been thinking about cuddling with me?” a smirk grows on your lips as Bucky freezes, his hand that was reached out to grab a piece was now frozen. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds, “I was kidding-” the words died down as Bucky stands up quickly, you can see shame written all over his face. “Bucky,” you stood up as well, “I’d love to agree to the cuddle thing, what’s going on?” You walked around the coffee table but after a few steps, Bucky began walking away.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he muttered right as he was rounding the corner.
“No,” you jogged a few steps and managed to stand in front of him, “Bucky, I was just joking around, I’m sorry, really, I really am,” he had stopped walking by now, his eyes slowly moving up your body.
“You’re not…uncomfortable?” Bucky looked over his shoulder and down the hall, making sure no one was around.
“I would love a new cuddle buddy,” you held your hand out, “and I’m sorry I made that joke, I wasn’t thinking about how you’d react and that’s on me.”
His eyes stayed fixed on your hand, your palm facing up. It looked like he didn’t know what to do, or how to connect his hand to yours. Slowly, his hand found its way to yours, his palm sliding against yours. He smiled through the handshake, his eyes gleaming at the human contact.
Bucky slowly back away, a smile beginning to reach his eyes. “Okay,” he breathed a sigh of relief, “we’re buddies.”
Before he was fully gone you called his name, “Bucky!” he whipped around, “I have one rule though and I’m serious,” he came walking back, the smile slowly disappearing. “Before you come into my bed you need to wake me up and tell me you’re Bucky, I’ll do the same for you. I need to know who’s in my room or I…” you sucked in a breath, “I’ll…”
“I understand,” Bucky nodded, “I’ll announce myself clearly for you, alright? No sneaking.”
“No sneaking,” you smiled and watched as he walked away.
A small laugh erupted from your lip when you saw him pump his fist in the air, probably thinking you had left the hallway as well, there was a little skip he did before turning the corner. When you made it back to the puzzle you couldn’t focus on it anymore, you could only feel his hand in yours.
********
Ever since then you and Bucky came into contact more often than before. He was adjusting well to the compound, though some agents weren’t fond of his presence Bucky didn’t care. It had been around a month since he moved in, two weeks since the proposition to be cuddle buddies.
You didn’t get nightmares too often and when Nat was home you got them a lot but there were fewer things to trigger you these days. Part of you felt bad you couldn’t fulfill your promise to snuggle with the broody man but at the same time, he didn’t come into your room either. Bucky had told you the cream he was putting on his scarring had some hormone in it that knocked him out every night, he slept with his shirt off and the smell seemed to lull him to sleep. Both of you were happy you did need each other help because that meant you weren’t having nightmares. But you kept going with the ‘buddy’ aspect of the deal.
In the gym, you’d go over and say hello, most of the time finding him to be your spotter because you didn’t know anyone else. Later he started to ask you to spot for him and teach a few of your sparring moves, this led to him finding out about your powers. He was winning but when you’d punch him back you’d shock him as if you had rubbed sock-covered feet on the carpet for a while and then touched him, to say he was confused was an understatement. In the end, you showed him the sparks and the lightning, using little to no power for safety reasons.
“That’s sick,” he said and reached up to touch your hand, “can you zap people and see their skeleton, like in the cartoons?” he was in awe as he asked.
You just laughed a shook your head, “no, I can’t go that far, I’ve never tried.”
Bucky covered his mouth with a laugh again, “I see something new every day with this place and I’m not mad,” he just sat and watched you play with the energy, sending it back and forth or moving it around your body.
That gym friendship moved out of the weight room. After a workout, you asked him to come to the city but he said no, that was too busy for him. So you went out and got the protein shakes yourself, finding him at the coffee table with a new puzzle waiting for you. The shakes were a treat, they were expensive so you didn’t get them after every workout like other agents. Protein shakes turned into questions about different eras, those questions turned into movie marathons on your days off.
This was when the cuddling began, all the blankets were getting washed because Sam spilled his coffee somehow across all of them. You and Bucky were working through old westerns, it was your third movie and the lack of blankets caused you to shiver. Bucky picked up on it and tapped the spot beside him, you moved closer and soon your head was against this chest and his right arm was around your shoulder. When the movies got redundant and the music was the same Bucky slowly started to slouch down the couch, pulling you down with him. Both arms were pulling you into his side, there was no way you could get out on your own. When you heard snoring coming from above you, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as well, pushing your head right into his neck to smell his body wash.
A few team members walked and snapped photos of the two of you, getting ugly angles on Bucky with his head back and his mouth slightly open. When you woke up the next day still on the couch Bucky was bright red, trying to slide away so he could run to his room. The lack of sleep you’d been getting made you crave more of his comfort, so as he tried to move away you stayed hugging him.
“Comfy…” you slurred as your head moved down to his chest, your hand locking together.
“We gotta get up,” his voice was shaky, he hadn’t been this close to a girl in years.
“No,” you whined like a child, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest.
A little while later Steve walked in, you could see him but you heard him freeze. “What are you doing?” he asked Bucky.
“We fell asleep, she’s real tired so…I’m letting her get some shut-eye,” Bucky’s hand made its way to your back and soothed you closer to sleep.
“I-I didn’t know you guys were close,” Steve’s voice had little to no emotion.
“Well,” Bucky sighed, “I just told her I wanted to get to know her better, and here we are.”
********
Your eyes were hardly open as you stood on the landing pad, the Jet was getting packed. A large jacket was thrown over your shoulders as you waited in the drizzle. The sun wasn’t up yet and neither were you, part of you was still lying in bed.
It was an emergency solo mission, there was a breakthrough in a case you thought ended months ago. It had nothing to do with Hydra, it was a trafficking circle that went underground after almost getting caught by you. Most of the women involved were teenagers, all of them just wanting to attend a normal university. You’d run into him once before, this trafficking ring played cat and mouse all the time. You had walked into his strip club and sat down near him, after a while, he came over. He knew who you were and visa versa, but the two of you just talked about the strip club and the expensive lights he had just installed. As you got up to leave he commented on you being the perfect person for a stripper, you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t messing around, so when you walked out and found the main console for all the lights, all it took was one touch and the entire room went dark. The console smoked for a while, your electricity frying all the hardware.
An agent gave you a nod, you began walking towards the ramp to walk up the jet but were stopped when you heard your name.
“Wait up!” the familiar voice called. You turned to see Bucky running up to you, “here, take this coffee.”
You slowly grabbed the travel mug, “it’s four in the morning, why are you up?”
“Something didn’t feel right so I went to check on you and you weren’t there,” Bucky panted, he had obviously been running for a while, “and I found an agent and they said you were leaving and I know you don’t like mornings so I made you a coffee.”
“Let’s go!” the pilot yelled.
“Thank you,” you ignored the interruption, “I really appreciate it.”
“Ya, it’s nothing” Bucky shrugged, “- I mean, I was something, like, I’m happy you have coffee but I’d do it all the time for you,” he quickly backtracked.
“You’re sweet,” you whispered before leaning up and leaving a kiss on his cheek. When you pulled away he was frozen but his face progressively got more red, and his ears were burning. “I’ll see you soon,” you turned and walked away.
“Ya…” was all he could breathe out, the shock still etched in his face.
As the jet took off you looked out the window to see Bucky still standing on the landing pad, you could see his blush from the air. His eyes looked forward as his left hand caressed his cheek where you had kissed it, a small bounce coming from him before running back inside.
********
The mission was quick, the trafficking ring had no idea you were coming so your ambush was quick and easy. The authorities were also thereafter you gave them a tip, you helped all the women get to women’s shelters after getting medical treatment.
“Let me see him,” you talked to the head office, he let you into the interrogation room.
Jacob ‘Scar’ Clowne was the owner of one of the biggest strip clubs in the city, they advertised their young women who were actually trafficked into the business. When you saw him sitting on the other side of the table he smiled at you, you had been chasing him for a long time.
“You finally caught me,” he smirked, “I’m proud.”
You didn’t even sit down, “I don’t need any congratulations,” you crossed your arms as you circled him, “I just needed to see you and know for sure that you were really locked up.”
“Well you see me,” Jacob said.
“Then my job here is done,” you reached out a pressed your palm to his shoulder, sending a shock through his entire body, not strong enough to kill or even hurt him; just wanting to throw him off.
********
But while your mission went great, Bucky was struggling back at the compound. Steve kept asking about your and his relationship and what it was, Bucky confessed to Steve that he liked you.
“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed, “I just want to be near here all the time, she makes me feel…soft,” Bucky giggled as he stared into space, “I miss her though.” Steve crossed his arms, “she’ll be back soon.”
Bucky’s nightmares were getting worse, he’d wake up in a cold sweat at the tail end of a scream. He’d walk into your room and announce himself but no one was there, the sleepiness would fade and he’d remember you were gone. To try and keep himself from breaking down because he was without you he’d lay in your bed, cuddle up to your pillows and try and remember what it was like for you to be cuddled next to him.
*******
The jet landed in the middle of the night and you slowly got out, making your way through Med Bay to get cleared and then to your bed. Your eyelids were closing as you walked, leaning against the wall to keep you upright.
Your room was still and quiet when you walked in, you could tell from the way your bed wasn’t made Bucky had been sleeping in your bed; you’d ask him about it tomorrow. Part of you wanted to wake him up and tell him you were home but the other half was too tired. Will the little energy you had left, you took a quick shower to wash off all the dirt and grime; saving you from changing your bedsheets tomorrow.
A lazy smile grew on your face when you stretched out on your bed, feeling the soft sheets hug your body. A few moans of relief left your lips as you curled into a ball, savouring the feeling of this comfort. Sleep came quickly as well, your exhaustion taking over very quickly.
When you woke up it was not the morning, it was still the nighttime. It didn’t take you long to register a weight behind you, your tiredness went away and you were back in mission mode.
“What the-” the voice spoke as you spun around with a ball of energy in your fist, you had pulled it back and were ready to land the punch, “it’s Bucky!” he said quickly.
The power slowly died down and you lean over to turn on the lap, causing it to shine really bright for a few seconds before going back to normal. Bucky also looked tired, he was laying on his back with both hands in a surrendering position.
At this point you were fully exhausted, tears gathered in your eyes, “Bucky…” you sighed as you leaned forward, letting your head fall on his chest, both of his arms wrapped around you, “I told you to tell me you were laying with me.” the tear rolled onto his chest, all you wanted was to sleep.
“You wouldn’t wake up,” Bucky said sadly, “I tried to move you awake but you were out like a light, I thought you wouldn’t notice me because of how deeply you were sleeping.” His hand quickly brushed away another tear that had fallen.
“Oh,” you sighed and turned the lamp off, still laying on his chest.
“Oh,” he repeated, “we haven’t had a chance to cuddle like this before,” Bucky smiled as you curled around him, needing comfort.
“Yeah,” you smiled, “the whole ‘cuddle buddy’ thing didn’t really work out,” you laughed through the last tears of exhaustion.
“Well, I asked you to be my cuddle buddy because I wanted to get away from Steve, he was circling me all the time and I wanted some new friends,” Bucky’s hand rubbed your back, lulling you further into sleep.
“He just cares about you,” you muttered.
“I know,” Bucky was much more awake than you, “but I also wanted to be my own person and live my own life, Steve helped me get adjusted but you…” he paused and took a deep breath, “you were cool and I wanted to be like you, a badass superhero who owns a room when you walk in.”
“Bucky,” you began to act coy, a different set of tears collecting
“I’m serious,” he pushed your head so you were looking at him, “you’re the coolest, smartest, prettiest, smartest person I’ve ever met.” his bottom lip pouted out, “don’t cry,” he whispered.
“You said smartest twice,” you smiled and rubbed his stubble.
“I know,” he smirked, “but I want to say prettiest more often…if you’ll let me.”
“What do you mean?” you sat up a bit.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Bucky giggled and pushed you down so you were laying on him, “but right now you need your beauty sleep- but that’s just called sleep for you.”
Warnings:Negative thoughts about body image, Nakedness, Swearing, unedited
A/N: The song I had on loop while writing and inspired this little scene is called “Dance Around” by carobae. I’ve been wanting to do more plus size fics for a while.
The alarm screams to life in the quiet of the early morning. It demands to be heard and you and Bucky groan at the same time. You turn towards each other in the double bed. Even with blurry eyes and ruffled hair he would always be the most beautiful sight to see in the morning.
He smiles at you like he’s thinking the same. It causes a smile to rupture as you close your eyes for a few extra seconds, “what are you thinking?”
“That you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met”, Bucky lifts a brow, “and that someone should turn off that alarm.”
You groan again as you twist away from the gorgeous man in your bed in order to turn the alarm off. Bucky wastes no time in pulling you to him. Your back to his solid chest and his arm over your hip with his hand resting on your stomach.
He caresses soft circles into the skin there and this time you don’t flinch or shy away. It had taken years to get there. It had taken years to feel so comfortable in your skin, especially around someone so intimately. And even then, you had days that were like you never made any progress.
But Bucky was always patient with you. He had never faltered in his opinion that you were beautiful to him. He tells you every day.
He whispers in your ear, “I’ll put the coffee on and then join you in the shower.”
He places a quick kiss to your neck before rolling out of bed and strolling out the door naked. You follow his lead in getting out of bed naked, but you head for the bathroom to turn the shower on.
You usually like the water to be scalding but Bucky doesn’t so you find the perfect temperature for the both of you.
Bucky’s arms snake around your middle and he pulls you into his chest again, squeezing you into him, “I can’t ever get enough of you.”
You twist easily in his embrace, “likewise, Sergeant.”
Bucky chuckles at the name, “I don’t think we have time for that.”
You smile, “you’re probably right.”
Instead of acting on the dirt thoughts running through your head, you help to wash each other, talking and laughing under the running water until the suds disappear.
Bucky steps out first and grabs a towel. He turns to you stretching the towel from end to end. He wraps you in the towel before he even looks at his, placing feather light kisses along your shoulders and neck.
The small slice of bliss distracts you from the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. Soon enough your eyes open and you’re confronted by your image. Your eyes immediately seeking out the parts you’ve always been insecure about.
Your gaze latches onto the gap in the towel showing a strip of stomach, thigh and calf. Towels have never been able to wrap around your body and it was always something that you hated.
You don’t know how long you stand staring, fighting the negative thoughts that used to plague every waking moment, but Bucky suddenly appears, blocking the mirror with his frame.
He places a finger under your chin until your gaze meets his, “have I told you that you’re beautiful yet today?”
You shake your head, “we’ve only been awake for an hour, Buck.”
Bucky clicks his tongue, “damn, I’m slacking.”
You shove him with a playful smile. He catches your arm and pulls you out the bathroom so fast that you lose the towel completely.
You notice his is nowhere to be seen either as he leads you into the kitchen, “Bucky! The windows!”
He shrugs, “fuck ‘em. Let them see. Just be here in this moment with me.”
He twirls you around, holding onto you until you fall back into him. His hands glide across your skin to the music playing on the radio. They settle on your hips to turn you so that your back is once again against his chest.
Keeping his hands on your hips he helps you to find rhythm, side to side, against him as he brings his face into the crook of your neck.
Sunlight pierces through the glass windows to dance along your skin with you. Bucky’s scent of coffee and sandalwood surrounds you. He hair tickles your shoulders and his hands grips your skin to keep you with him.
All you could ever feel in this moment is love. Love for your body and how it lets you experience all these things with the love of your life.
When the song ends you rotate to face him. Before you can say a word, Bucky kisses you with the passion of the stormy sea meeting the shoreline again and again. His tongue is demanding with yours and he ends it with a nip to your lip.
He pulls back a fraction, “don’t ever forget that I love you with everything I have in me. You are and always will be the most beautiful person inside and out. I have never doubted for a second that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I understand that you have bad days. I know that you live a society that tells you that you cannot be happy in the body that you’re in but believe me, you can. And I’m damn well going to make sure that you are happy because you make me happy just by choosing me every day.”
Your smile is wide and cheesy and it’s your turn to kiss him this time. You jump up and he catches you with ease, something that always surprises you even after all these years.
You capture his lips in a softer kiss, but the tenderness is passionate in its intimacy and familiarity. When the kiss ends Bucky presses his forehead against yours, taking a breath, “forever and always.”
“Forever and always.” You smile and pull Bucky back in the direction of the bedroom, “now let’s go and find some clothes.”
➳ welcome to my little headcanon series; The Baby Diaries. here is where I’ll create headcanons for pregnancy/delivery/raising kids featuring some of the people i write about. if you have any ideas you want to see in this series as headcanons, send me an ask! i’d love to incorporate your ideas into it! :) until then, have fun reading & i hope you enjoy! I’m so excited
➳ It started right after your and Bucky’s honeymoon. You hadn’t been feeling well. Constantly fatigued, with no energy whatsoever, you were lucky if you kept water down. Bucky was of course worried.He had taken care of you the entire weekend, even going as far as skipping out on training and work so he could take care of you. He was holding you when you desired to be cuddled, using a cold compress for your neck to try and bring down nausea, and ensuring you were kept hydrated.
➳ “Bucky, am I dying?” You had asked him after you finished throwing up for what seemed like the millionth time. Bucky’s blue orbs pooled in yours as he worked to wipe away the bead of sweat that was collecting on your forehead. “No, Doll, I don’t think you’re dying,”He sighed, rubbing comforting circles into the muscles of your shoulders that throbbed from the number of times you had thrown up. “Should we go see a doctor?” He asked you in all seriousness.
➳ Well, rather than seeing a doctor in the hospital,you went to Bruce Banner. “Bruce, please, what could it be?” You asked him as you hopped up onto the exam table in the medical bay. Peering at you through his glasses, he chewed on his bottom lip. “What are your symptoms again?” He asked. You listed nausea, fatigue, mood swings, and a few others. Bruce sat there with his arms crossed, trying his hardest to fight off the smile. He knew that you and Bucky were freshly married and had returned a few weeks ago from your honeymoon.
➳ “This is a personal question… Oh, I’ll just say it. Y/N, it sounds like you may be pregnant,”Bruce concluded. You swore Bucky turned fifty shades of green.He stopped blinking, his hand reaching for yours. “Pregnant?” Bucky repeated the revelation. Bruce glanced between you and Bucky, trying his hardest not to laugh at your husband’s apparent look of shock.He nodded his head. “I can do a few more tests to see?” He suggested to which you quickly nodded your head. Once Bruce had conducted some, he said that the results would be back within a few minutes. During that time, Bucky finally spoke.
➳ “Doll, could you really be pregnant?” He asked. You smiled, rubbing your fingers over his flesh knuckles. “Honestly, it would explain a lot,” You sighed. Bucky gulped, knowing that you were correct. The sickness, the wave of emotions, the reason you squeaked when he grabbed you from behind and touched your breasts. He thought he had broken you for a split second until you informed him they just hurt.“If I am pregnant – are you okay?” You slowly turned your eyes up to him. He quickly looked down to meet your eyes, a soft smile erupting. “Of course, I will be…” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
➳ It felt like a solid eternity before Bruce returned wearing a smile, hands folded in front of his body. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.” He announced. Drawing in a gasp, your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Bucky’s jaw was unhinged. Even though he had already confirmed it in his head, actually hearing it be said was an entirely different story. Your hand moved to rest on Bucky’s thigh as you slowly turned your eyes over to meet his gaze. “Bucky, did you hear that? We’re…Pregnant,”You whispered. Bucky’s head lolled over to meet your eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Bruce smiled, leaving the two of you alone to soak in the news.
➳ Later on that night as you two were settled in for bed, Bucky had his head in your lap. “Doll, I’ve wanted to start a family with you – I just wasn’t expecting it to be this soon,”He laughed, picking up your hand. You giggled in response, raking your fingers through his dark brown locks. His eyes were zeroed in on your belly, his hand slowly shifting your t-shirt up so he could see your belly that would soon grow with a bump. “I know you can’t hear me yet, but I love you so much already.” He whispered, leaning forward to press his lips to your stomach. You knew you married a good man.
