Protective Girl

Character:James Bucky Barnes

Pairing:James Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Aggressive situation. Public agression. Reader defending Bucky. Fluff. Violence. Mentions of blood, “language”….

Inspired by (): Alguien más / Jesse y Joy

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing well out there.

Yep, I’m in a writer mood. This is my best day, certainly.

I’m come back with my Bucky. I’m in love so hard with this men. So so hard that will be difficult stop writing with him.

Inthe end, I have a little request for us: If you see this post, can you tell me if you can see my last posted fics (You need meandCandy) because I have the feeling that I’m having troubles with my Tumblr’s account.

Because told me that they didn’t appear in the hastags. Or maybe I’m doing something wrong.

I will be so grateful if someone can do it that.

Well, I hope this fics likes you like others and always appreciate your reply. Thanks you so much for read me!! XOXO

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Ya tengo a alguien más despertando en mí piel que es tan fuera de lo normal, haciéndome sentir bien…

-So you left me for that motherfucker, right? - Aaron’s voice gets louder among those present and I take a deep breath trying not to notice that referring to Bucky in that way makes the blood boil in my veins - I knew you weren’t worth it.

-Don’t get James into this. If I remember correctly … You cheated on me with Emily, my co-worker! - I hear that my own voice breaks but no longer from pain, but from shame for the bad moment that I am putting my friends through. Despite the fact that it had been almost a year since I admitted that Sam was right about Aaron, it still pained me that I didn’t realize sooner what was really worth in my life - You don’t have the slightest right to reproach me for nothing.

- Always was that fucking psycho. I could never make you forget that he existed.

I hear a growl behind me that accompanies the air that escapes between my teeth. There were a lot of things he would put up with, but badmouthing Bucky wasn’t one of them.

-Watch your words, Aaron. That I will have no qualms about making you regret what you’re saying - his cynical laugh fills the bar and the people around us begin to murmur.

-You? You can’t even kill a fly, kitty.

The noises of several chairs moving attract my attention and I hear how Sam murmurs things to Bucky, who is trying to get up, but he cannot because Sam is holding him by the shoulders.

- I am not the young woman you met three years ago, Bizance.

-Let me guess … Did the robot teach you to play in the major leagues?

I count to ten as soon as I hear the word “robot” and concentrate on keeping my sanity in front of the people present, but the line of sanity begins to blur.

-No, but he showed me that you are not even remotely from the major leagues.

I smiled at Sam’s laugh and I see Aaron give my buildingmate a hateful look. I don’t hear another sound from my two companions, but I’m still worried about Bucky’s reaction.

-Do not you have anything better to do? Leave me alone, Aaron.

I walk away quickly without giving him time or the right to reply and as soon as I get to our table at the end of the small hall, my boys are waiting for me with a smile. Joaquín extends his fist on the table to bump it against mine. That makes me smile but I still feel my body shaking. If there are things I don’t like, it’s being the center of attention, much less in front of a crowd of strangers. I know Bucky notices it because I feels his hand take mine under the table.

-Look at my ex-girlfriend, he left me for that killer psychopath. That’s how fast the shy one was - People suddenly fall silent and everyone turns to see us. I can feel their gaze on my yellow blouse and I feel the color start to creep up my neck as anger fills me. Before I can even react, I feel Bucky’s hand slip away from me and he suddenly rises, passing behind me, without even taking his eyes off Aaron. We exchange a look with Sam and as soon as I wait for a word, I get up quickly and stand in front of Bucky, resting my hands on his chest and pushing him lightly.

-He’s not worth it, Bucky. Leave him alone.

- He’s humiliating you, doll. And if there’s one thing that drives me out of my mind, it’s listening to a coward speak ill of a woman. And even more if that woman is you.

-I know, I know. And you completely know that I love that twenties chivalry of yours, but this time, leave this to me, Barnes.

-As you said, he’s not worth it - His blue eyes mix with mine and I curse being so close to him in such a public place. He could tell me anything and I would answer yes as long as he doesn’t stop looking at me.

-Stay here. I’ll be right back.

I approach Aaron under the watchful eye of everyone present in that bar and I stop in front of him. He sees me as if he has won a battle, but the thing he least expects is the hurricane in front of him.

-Since you are here yelling like a wayward little boy, let me tell you something; You made a mess of me, and that, I must admit, I will always thank you.

-I didn’t expect that - The disdain in his voice makes him want to hit him.

-But I will never allow you to insult my friends while I am present.

-Admit that you left me for running after him, Lara. Leave the lies that we are both grown up now.

-Lies? You reproach me about lies when you got between the legs of my office colleague? How dare you demand sincerity from me?

-You left me for him. Otherwise you would not have done it.

-That’s not true and you know it.

-I saw every day how your eyes shone every time that bastard appeared with that nickname of sad and hurt for life as if he barely existed.

-Shut.

-I will not do it.

-Do you want me to tell you the true? - My throat burns at the words that are about to come out of it, but I know there will be no going back after that - Yes, I am in love with James because he is what you are not, you never were and you never will be. And is truth, I don’t know how I didn’t notice him before than you.

I hear a gasp coming from Torres’s lips as I hear nothing but murmurs around me… I close my eyes trying not to think about the words, much less what Bucky is thinking about them.

Yes, I am in love with him. Even before I dated Aaron, but I never dared tell him.

-I cannot believe that you accept a murderer as if he were an innocent.

That was the straw that broke the glass of both, both Bucky and mine, at the same time that I heard his chair come, I hurried over and punched Aaron in the nose that made him stumble towards his back and finish in the arms of his friend. He quickly touched his nose while he was dying red and I turned quickly to see that Sam was watching the scene next to Bucky, who was looking at me with an expression full of pride and affection.

All I could do was blush as I shook my hand on the side of my body. It hurt like hell but the adrenaline rushing through my body was exquisite.

The next thing happens so fast that I don’t have time to react: Aaron gets up quickly, using his good reflexes and tries to get closer to hit me, but I feel someone grab my arm and pull me at the same time that Sam comes between both of us.

-I’m going to let go of a moment that you tried to hit a lady just to ask you a damn question: Don’t you know who I am?

-Another geek like him? - Indicate Bucky and this time Joaquín holds me with both hands when I tries to let go of me to hit him again.

-I see that you are not informed, I am Captain America in case you have not noticed, and I will kick your damn ass if it occurs to you to speak badly of my partner again and much more if you try to do something to our girl. Understood?

-Why don’t you stop defending the geek and let him come here? - We both turn to see Bucky who is taking off the glove that he is wearing, in addition to his jacket to show under his short-sleeved shirt, the black and gold tones of his vibranium arm. And as much as that action seemed the most threatening … To me it seemed one of the most attractive things in the universe.

-Think well your words, child. Because what you are asking is to play with fire.

-I’m not afraid.

-I’ll make one thing clear to you, little garbage - Sam takes both flaps of the Cartier jacket that Aaron is wearing and as soon as he picks it up from the floor, it begins to turn pale - If I let him come here, nothing and no one will save you from the Wrath of the Winter Soldier. And much less me, because I will gladly help him.

Aaron stares at me for a few seconds and tries to free himself from Sam’s grip, but all he achieves is that when he lets go, his companion mutters something to him about leaving. He simply follows it, but not before looking at the four of us as if we were monsters.

- Damn hen - I shake my head as I walk back to the table where Bucky is leaning, his brow furrowed and a clear expression of annoyance on his face. As soon as I get to his side, he only lets out a sigh.

-Why didn’t they let me intervene? - Bucky’s voice sounds muffled, like he’s upset by our actions. He gave her a smile and grabbed his face with both hands to make him look at me - I could have made him see reason.

-We were defending you, brother - Sam slaps his shoulder as he passes while I hear him mutter an apology to the manager of the place and he simply thanks him that he is here. We all smile at the charms that Captain America provokes.

-You wouldn’t have given a chance to breathe, Bucky and as much as I would have loved that, I’d rather not. I want to keep you away from idiots like him.

-I’m not a child, doll.

-No - I admit as I left a kiss on his cheek and took my little bag - But you are one of my favorite men. And I like to be able to defend you sometime.

At those words, before I walk away to the door, I feel him intertwine his fingers with mine and look at my hand, where my knuckles are too red in contrast to the color of my skin.

-It hurts, right?

I try to downplay myself - Not much.

He takes a deep breath while Joaquin pays the bill and before I wants to let go of Bucky’s grip, he won’t let me do it. We walk towards the door and as soon as we go out into the street, I hear the laughter and comments of Sam and Joaquín who are a few steps ahead of us.

No one says anything but we’re still holding hands and it feels amazing. Even better than the adrenaline rushing through me a few minutes ago.

-Are you ever going to let me go?

-Do you want me to do it?

I think about it for a second before giving my answer - No.

-Good, because I wasn’t planning on doing it either.

Between the silence of the night, our joined hands and the comments of our colleagues, the road to my apartment is short. So short that I could barely enjoy the company of my favorite avenger as I wanted.

-Rest, little one - Sam’s voice comes to me from the elevator, like a military signal from Joaquín, who do not get off it, Bucky being the only one who does - We are waiting for you downstairs, Buck.

The blue-eyed man just nods as he guides me to my apartment without saying a single word. The air is heavy between us, but no one dares to comment on my words in the restaurant.

I wanted to say that it was the fire of the moment, but I would be lying if it were.

-Can I come to see you tomorrow?

-You always can, Bucky. You don’t need to ask for it.

I look for the keys in my bag and as soon as I turn around, I feel the heat of his body against my back. I stay still for a few seconds but next is the sound of his voice against my ear, too close to make my legs shake.

-I’d like to talk about what you said in the restaurant. I don’t want you to think that I forgot about it.

-James…

-You know, I always liked that you call me by my name - I feel his lips brush my ear and for a moment I forget my name - But even more, I would like to hear it in another situation …

-What are you implying, Sergeant?

I put my hand to my chest, feigning surprise and horror at his words, but I turn around enough to see that he is smiling and that his eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief.

-You know what I mean - his indifference makes me laugh and as soon as I walk away, I feel his hands surround my waist, immobilizing me against the door - I would like to talk about it before I can even kiss you because I won’t be able to talk about it afterwards. It will be difficult for me to get away from you.

-I understand - The blush on my face is present as well as the heat. Damn heat. He just smiled as he lets go of me and walks a few steps away from the door - Won’t you say goodbye?

-See you tomorrow, doll. Rest.

-I’ll be waiting for you, don’t forget.

-That’s for sure.

You Need Me

Character: Helmut Zemo

Pairing:Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader (but it can be read like a Gender Neutral!Reader)

Warnings:Zemo comfort Reader. Angst. Support. Crying. Company. Little fluff.

Inspired by: Arms Open / The Script

Author’s Note: Hello! It’s me again. I know that I’ve been missing but university takes me down. Literally. So… I couldn’t write because I haven’t inspiration.

In this case, I came back with my beloved Helmut, but in a different situation: A few months ago, during Christmas last year, I had some family problems and Tumblr was my escape of those moments. A lot of fics that I discovered in those days help me to through about it. Reading amazing stories and trying to write some too.

This is one of those fics that I’ve started to write in these moments but never couldn’t end it.

This is my poor contribution about those fics that maybe, makes feel better to someone else.

Ps1: This was my state a few months ago… So sorry about the sad things in it I’ll be backs with some things more happys next. I promise

So… This fic, I would like to dedicated to @loveofafangirl because her stories always makes me feel better and makes me smile since I discovered her blog a few months ago and both share love for Zemo.

By the way, I hope from the bottom of my heart that this fic likes you and thanks you for takes your time to read all that I write.

Hope all of you are you Ok!! XOXO

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So let me do to you what you’ve always done for me and let me be the ground underneath your feet

I can’t unfeel your pain, I can’t undo what’s done, I can’t send back the rain but if I could I would … My love, my arms are open…

I want to tell him about it but I can’t …

I feel like the words get stuck in my throat once more as I hear him mutter something that I can’t quite understand. Perhaps these are words in Sokovian or maybe in a language that I don’t recognize but it is impossible for me to understand.

-Helmut …

-What do you need? Tell me and I’ll have it for you in less than an hour.

His voice sounds so clear amid all the noise in my head that it seems to calm my mind.

I need you here. You are what I need.

-I don’t need anything, Helm.

I feel terrible at the idea of ​​lying him, but I know I will make him feel even worse if he knows that I want him to be by my side despite being hours apart. I want to believe in my own words but with every second that passes, reality takes me away from it.

-I don’t like the way your voice sounds, Liebling.

-We both agree on that - I squeeze the small handkerchief between my fingers while I wish they were Helmut’s hands. I’m left with that thought as I hear him mutter a curse in Sokovian on the other end of the line - Stop cursing or the next time you call I won’t answer.

The only response I get is a snort as I feel the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. If I could make only one wish, it is to have him by my side now.

-Are you sure you don’t need anything from me?

-No. I’m fine - The last word is cut between my lips when I try to contain a sob but I don’t hear a response from him, so I don’t know how much he will have believed my sentence - Will you call me tomorrow?

-Without hesitation, Liebling. Rest.

I let out a sob as I end the call and I’m thankful that he can’t hear me. At the same time I feel the air trying to escape from my lungs, threatening to drown me in my slightest carelessness.

As soon as I realize it, hours, minutes and seconds pass that seem eternal. I lose track of time with my head glued to the pillow in my bed and when I wake up, without being aware of when the dream won the battle, I find myself analyzing whether the idea that the phone has not rung is synonymous with good or bad signal.

I do not know what to think. The clock marks eleven in the morning on a day that I don’t want to travel.

I try to have more than a few sips of tea when the doorbell rings. I walk slowly to the door, waiting for the person on the other side to leave, but the doorbell rings again.

And again.

Damn insistent. I walk with what little energy I have left. I feel discouraged and tired. I can barely breathe easy without the phone ringing.

I open the door and automatically my eyes blur. Is it a trick on my head or is Helmut in front of me?

-Liebling - Zemo’s voice brings me back to reality as I feel his arms surround me, and before I can even think about it, I squeeze his clothes between my hands wrinkling his expensive jacket as if it were a piece of paper, trying to feel that this is not an illusion in my head.

He’s here. He really is here.

He slightly pushes me away and he takes my face with both hands, carefully observing my expressions, which I know reflect my inner state and which I cannot hide. He doesn’t speak because he knows that the pain I feel is palpable in the air.

-Why are you here? - I barely recognize my voice and I hear the air coming out of his lungs in a heavy sigh. I know that although he is with me, he is not calm, much less noticing the state in which I was. Usually I would hear some delicate reproach about my lie, but he just stares at me.

-Are you asking me about it? Because you need me - He caresses my cheek with his thumb as he wipes my tears. His eyes are bright, as if he wants to cry but I know he wants to convey security to me. I enjoy his touch for a minute as I see the vulnerability in his expressions - I can’t listen to you like that and let it go as if nothing happened.

-I didn’t ask you to come.

I know my words sound harsh, but I don’t know how to answer in another way without letting what little strength I have fade from his attentions. I want to try to look strong in front of him, but at the same time I want him to be my support.

- You don’t have to ask me, Liebling. And if you did, I’d ask Samuel for the damn ship just to be by your side as quickly as possible. You know if you need me, you just have to say it. Never doubt about it.

I didn’t know what to answer. I simply put my hands up and straightened his hair, which was tousled. He probably would have run or fell asleep on the plane. Or perhaps, he would have run his hands over him so many times due to his nervousness.

-Forgive my image, darling. It’s that … I ran the two blocks that separated me from you, all because of a damn traffic jam… - He turns to the hallway and I realize again that he is there, next to me.

When he barely turns, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close enough so that our bodies are close together. I sigh as I enjoy the warmth that his body gives off, the almost non-existent closeness between them, his arms surrounding me and giving me that security that made me not collapse. Knowing that he was there for me made everything a little easier. I allow myself to feel his cologne for a few seconds and bury my face in his neck, while letting a quiet sigh escape my lips, causing his body to shudder and wrap his arms around me with much more force, making me stay standing on tiptoe.

-I wish to eliminate all the pain in the world just to avoid your suffering, Liebling. Your happiness is my happiness and your suffering is my suffering, you are part of me. You know it, right?

-Yes- I admit without leaving his arms - But you can’t - And I know that it eats away at him right now. It’s the one thing you can’t fix with money or contacts.

- But I want you to know that I would try just to see you smile again - I nod as I feel against my chest as his heartbeat slows down and makes me feel in my comfort zone. In the one where I could only be calm and sure that I could face whatever happened. I can not hold back the tears any longer and I feel them fall down my cheeks, I want to move away and explain him what is happening to me, what is happening, but the words do not leave my lips. The only thing I achieve is that a kind of squeak comes from my lips that makes Helmut hold me even more tightly as if I were going to break me - Shh … Here I am, use me for whatever you need.

- Helm … - I tighten my grip around him even more as I feel his hands caress my back.

-If I am not here for you in these moments, then I do not deserve you.

- I don’t deserve you.

-You deserve the world, Liebling. All the good stuff and nothing more than that. And I appreciate that you let me be by your side - I feel his lips brush my hair, leaving kisses on my head - I know that … I know that the pain you feel now I will not be able to take it away, but I will be by your side until it passes. Are you okay with that?

-Yes, Helm. Always.