Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I love you more than anything in this world” pleas❤️

Word Count: 502

Author: Charlotte

Hospitals rooms were almost like a second home for you. Fighting crime and being a general badass led to regular injuries and as long as you could come out of the hospital at some point it seemed like a win. Whenever you went on missions, you were almost certain to get hurt, so you just hoped for minor injuries but this time it wasn’t as you had wanted. You had been distracted in the midst of a fight that you hadn’t noticed a different person with a gun. The bullet had ripped through your abdomen, leaving you in a pool of your own blood. You had luckily not been alone, and Bucky had been able to take them both out before getting you medical assistance, but past him calling for help, you had lost consciousness.

When you had awoken, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes terribly. Next to you sat Bucky, whilst a woman in a nurse’s uniform stood sorting out the machine that you were hooked up to. You tried to sit up, but both of the people rushed to your side to gently push you back into the bed.

“You need your rest,” the nurse said softly. “You have been given some pretty strong pain medication, so you might feel drowsy or confused. I’ll just go get your doctor to explain everything for you now that you’re awake.”

She shuffled out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky. He seemed relieved to see you awake, having seen the extent of the damage that the shot had done to you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

The nurse had been right, your mind seemed like it was in a fog, and you didn’t seem to have any energy to fight off the thoughts that came into your head from escaping out of your mouth.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes fully open. “I wouldn’t want anyone else here.”

Bucky didn’t really know what you meant seen as you hadn’t answered his question at all.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to leave you here on your own.”

You lazily held onto his hand, your grip weak and half of your fingers fallen from his palm.

“I love you more than anything in this world,” you whispered.

It had been something you had felt for as long as you had known him but seen as you were unable to control your thoughts, you let yourself say more than you had ever thought you could until you regretted it all when the medication had worn off. Little had you known, he had felt the same, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed to learn of your feelings now that you weren’t fully there in your mind.

With a pained heart, he gave your hand a tight squeeze. “When you feel better, we can talk about it.”

You nodded your head before your eyelids finally became too heavy for you to fight to keep open.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I put everything on hold for you”

Word Count: 1070

Author: Charlotte

As they saying goes ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. You couldn’t have agreed any less with that status. When you first met James Buchanan Barnes, you fell head over heels and your courtship was completely perfect in your eyes. He had a kind and loving heart, and made you feel good about yourself in ways you hadn’t without him. You couldn’t have imagined life without him, not even when he was to head off to war, you felt unstoppable, and would have sworn that he would come home to you, and you only felt that confirmed when he proposed to you before he got on the train to leave for the army.

By no means were you naïve. You knew the dangers of war, even with the main fight far away from you, you were not blind to the damage it was causing but the fog of young love forbade you from thinking that even war could get in the way of the two of you. How blind you had been. He didn’t return to you and the reality of that never truly set in, such an intense pain could not be felt without destroying you. Steve apologised for losing him, for not having done more but you didn’t blame him, you were just grateful that he was safe.

Your life crumbled from that day. Who you had been as the future Mrs Barnes was lost with your fiancé, and you were just left as a shell of the person you once were. You needed a distraction and Steve introduced you to his friend Peggy who was able to find you a job and once he disappeared, you only went deeper into it.

Once the war ended, the rumours of something continuing to rumble under the surface and as people had once believed the research into super soldiers weren’t put on hold. You had nothing else to live for and put yourself forward for being a guinea pig, not caring about what happened to you. You didn’t die though, you suffered the experiments, but you came out as a new you, still damaged by the pain in your heart, still grieving and anger-filled but now with unknown levels of powers. The scientists had put you through strenuous tests after to see what had happened to you, and as your powers became clearer, you did what your fiancé had always done best, fought for the little guy.

You’d never be Captain America, but you were a hero to New York, able to use your powers for good, keeping your head down in fighting crime, never getting close to another person again. One power they hadn’t anticipated was longevity. It wasn’t clear at first, not until everyone around you had aged a decade, and you looked like not a day had passed. With every year it only became clearer that you were still physically in your mid-twenties whilst everyone else continued to age. Over seven decades later, you could only be grateful for having not made connections as those you had grown up with were mainly passed, whilst you looked like you were still in your prime.

It felt like you would be hero for eternity, keeping to yourself but helping all that you could. One night you returned to your small apartment and flicked on the tv to see that Steve Rogers had exited the ice and all the past came back. You didn’t contact him. You couldn’t but after he was making headlines for a few years, you no longer had a choice as he had heard of the woman with powers in his hometown and investigated. He could have never imagined that it would be you. You reconnected reluctantly but dismissed him whenever he mentioned Bucky, not believing him when he told you he was still alive and not willing to let yourself get hurt again.

Steve knew how much you cared about Bucky and wasn’t going to let you continue to dwell in the pain that had consumed you for nearly a century. He invited you to the Avengers Compound, just for a chat, and you agreed, not realising it was a set up. You sat with him sipping at your coffee when the door behind Steve opened, revealing the man you had mourned for longer than you had been by his side.

“Bucky,” you croaked, the mug from your hand dropping, shattering onto the ground below you.

“Y/N,” he said, a pained smile curling onto his lips.

Every emotion that you had tried to bury deep down within you all that time ago reappeared and you lost all control that you had tried to cling onto. You pushed your chair away from the table, storming over towards the man you had never believed that you would see again.

“I thought you were dead,” you shouted. “I thought that I would never see you again. I put everything on hold for you.”

Bucky and Steve exchanged a look, having not had any idea that you would react like this, not knowing why you would shout at him.

“I have never stopped loving you,” you said, still shouting but tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I could never stop loving you.”

As the sorrow you had tried to hide for so long surged from within you, Bucky reached out a hand to gently touch your shoulder, forcing you to make eye contact with him, both of you in tears.

“I’ve always loved you, doll,” he smiled tearfully.

You let yourself break, falling into his arms, in a tight, long missed embrace. The two of you stood entwined together for longer than normal, neither of you wanting to let go of the one thing that had been missing from you. The hug stretched on as Bucky guided his hands down your arms to hold onto your own hands, but paused when he felt something on your finger. He looked down at the small stone sitting on a simple band that had not been removed since he had placed it there all those years ago.

“You still have your ring,” he whispered, surprised that you had kept it for so long.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Getting cold feet after all this time, Barnes?”

A small laugh escaped him.

“I still stick by making you my wife even after the longest engagement.”

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Warning(s): swearing,very sad bucky, mentions of PTSD, mentions of violence & psychological abuse

You were used to something waking you up between 3 and 4 A.M. every night. No matter how badly you tried to will yourself back to sleep, your slumber never came. So usually you made your way out into the kitchen to make some tea and maybe finish yesterday’s crossword.

This time was absolutely no different, except the kitchen had already been occupied. You stopped short, standing in the doorway silently for a moment to take in the scene playing out before you. Bucky sat in one of the barstools at the island counter, eyes and nose bright red. You watched a few tears stream down his cheeks. Now, you’d never been close to Bucky. He never made an attempt to get to know you, and you respected that. You gave him his space to get adjusted to life at the Compound, completely unbothered by his social circle only really including Sam, Steve, and occasionally Natasha. Cap had voiced to you and the rest of the team that Bucky still felt as though he was a danger to everyone around him; that he wouldn’t involve himself with the rest of the team until he knew that he wouldn’t be a hazard, a liability.

But the way Bucky watched his metal arm move with a mix of dejection and pure hate pushed you forward into the kitchen.

“Hey, Bucky,” you greeted, trying not to make it obvious that you’d seen him cry. You headed straight for the cabinet. Bucky didn’t respond, only sniffled and wiped his nose with his flesh hand. “Want some tea?” you asked, nonchalantly glancing over your shoulder at him as you reached up to grab your favorite mug.

He nodded slowly and you reached up to grab his mug. You began to make sleepytime tea for the two of you, not pressing for conversation any further. You put the kettle on the stove, doing your best not to look back.

“What’re you doin’ up?” Bucky inquired so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it. You glanced over at him only to see him watching you pensively, brows knit upward.

“Can’t sleep,” you answered. “Did you have another dream?” Bucky nodded timidly.

“It feels like they’re just getting worse the longer that I’m myself,” he admitted. You didn’t say anything, only leaned against the counter beside the stove. Bucky continued on, “And this…”  —Bucky gestured to his metal arm— ”this constant reminder of what I’ve done… it doesn’t help me much. And I never wanted to be a burden, so of course, I can’t talk about this with Steve… or… Nat or—” A look of panic crossed the Sergeant’s face; he looked as though he had become vexed with himself for opening up at all, especially to someone like you.

“You know, it’s okay to share things like this with me,” you began. “I don’t mind hearing it. You can’t expect to carry this weight alone forever.” Bucky smiled a little at this, but he didn’t look you in the eye. You wondered if it was some form of shame he carried, shame that he’d felt he was being so weak.

“I thought that I found a way out, you know? I really believed that if I ran, if I got away, I’d be alright… But there are reminders everywhere I go, everywhere I fuckinglook. The nightmares are still tearing me apart,” The soldier rested his hands on the countertop as the kettle began to whistle. You poured boiling water into the mugs and carried them to the island. You stayed on the opposite side of the counter though.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say my name before,” you replied, giving him a warm smile. He sniffled again, taking a sip of tea.

“Yeah?” he chuckled, and that made you happy. But you could tell that Bucky was still unbelievably shaken by his most recent night terror. He, his eyes glued to the countertop, let out a heavy, shaky breath before speaking up again, 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” you answered, your smile falling a little.

“I’m so scared that I’m going to end up hurting, possibly killing, someone I really care about. It haunts me, Y/N.”

“Is that what you dream about?”

“Sometimes,” Bucky replied. You were a little surprised by his openness, his sudden willingness to talk to you, let alone tell you about his traumas. He continued, “and sometimes they’re not as bad. Sometimes I have dreams of when I wasn’t… when I wasn’t the monster HYDRA made me.” He rested his forehead in his right hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just sorry that I’m unloading all of this on you; you shouldn’t have to even think about this.”

“Hey, I asked, didn’t I?” you asked comfortingly. In a moment of thoughtlessness, you rested a hand on his forearm. He jolted slightly. You yanked your hand away nervously.

“God, I’m sorry, Bucky,” It came out as a whisper. He looked you in the eyes finally, a small smile on his lips.

“No, I’m sorry. It just startled me. I didn’t expect it.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Y/N. I’m sure.”

Before either of you could say another word, Steve came into your peripherals.

“Whoa, hey. Didn’t expect to see you both up,” the Captain commented, earning a small laugh from Bucky. His soft laugh caught you slightly off guard.

“Why’re you up, Cap?” you asked.

“I had to pee and heard you kids talking,”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you replied.

“I’m older than you,” Bucky commented.

“Inconsequential information, Bucky,” Steve looked between the two of you, grinning. “I am glad you’re making friends.”

“I like her,” the soldier confirmed. Bucky gave you a smile before getting out of the chair. “I’m gonna try to get a little sleep, though. Thanks again, Y/N. ‘Night, guys.”

“Anytime, Bucky,” you said softly. Bucky raised his cup of tea to you before taking a long drink. He picked up his mug and headed right past Steve, back toward the bedrooms. Steve stood there for a moment, waiting until he heard the sound of Bucky’s bedroom door closing.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Why’re you thanking me?”

“Just… for being a friend, I guess. It means a lot that you’d talk to Buck. He’s not so open with others anymore,” Steve explained. “I’m glad he’s starting to realize that no one sees him as the monster he thinks he is.”

“Anytime. I’m always up at this time anyway. He’s a good man,” you answered.

“Besides, I knew this would happen sometime,” Steve declared, beginning to head down the hall toward the fitness center.

“Why’s that?” you called after him.

“He thinks you’re cute!” the Captain laughed.

You spat out your tea, cheeks flushing red. “WHAT?”

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary:Giving away the shield leads to more than Bucky and Y/n being angry at Sam, but leading to unsaid things and hidden feelings. ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS.

 "Sam, how could you? How could you do this?“ Y/n was not happy, following after the man as he walked away from her, not wanting to hear it. "Do not ignore me Wilson” she cried, following closer behind him now as he tried to tune her out. Sam was sick and tired of hearing it. 

 "God damn it Y/n" Sam spoke angrily, coming to a stop and finally turning to face her, finally looking her in the eyes. “I had to” he replied.

 "That shield was Steve’s! then HE gave it to you. He gave it to you Sam! You can’t-“ She huffed a breath in anger as she tried to find the words to say "you can’t just give it away”

 "It’s done now Y/n.“ He grit out through clenched teeth. "Now leave it, I’ve got more important things to do" 

 "More important things to do? What’s more important than this? Than some wanna be captain America taking Steves place, taking Steve’s shield! Why aren’t you even bothered by this? It should be Steve there!” She was getting worked up now. 

 "Yeah- well if you hadn’t noticed y/n, Steve’s not here and he’s not coming back" he knew it was harsh to say, especially to her after how delicate the subject normally was, but he didn’t have the time and he already felt bad enough.

 "Sam" the angry voice of a new person now echoed around the room. Sam rolled his eyes, he really couldn’t deal with one angry person, but now Bucky had decided to also pay him a visit. 

“Bucky” Sam spoke “long time no see" 

 "How could you?” Bucky asked, seething in anger, his eyes glowering in hatred, jaw clenched extremely tightly as he stared him down. “you had no right”

 "I’m not dealing with this now, from either of you" Sam grit out. It was only then that Bucky realised he wasn’t the only one there. He was taken aback when his eyes landed on her, y/n. 

 "Y/n" Bucky spoke quietly in surprise. 

 Sam cocked an eyebrow at the way they were staring at each other. 

 "Bucky" she said politely before looking back to Sam.

 They hadn’t seen each other since that night. A night of heartbreak when they both couldn’t find the words to say after Steve had left them earlier that week. Instead they spoke through their bodies, allowing each other to take the pain away, the pain of Bucky losing his best friend when he had only just gotten him back. And Y/n, the pain of losing the man she was in love with, who chose a life he had always dreamed of over her. 

 She had left in the morning, watching the soldier sleep peacefully next to her, a white sheet as pure as snow doing little to cover his naked body from her view. She had decided she couldn’t be vulnerable to anyone anymore. Especially not another super soldier.

 "You need to get it back" y/n spoke to him, Sam only turning back to walk away from her. Both her and Bucky followed him either side, both hounding him with questions 

 "Shut up" Sam finally raised his voice. 

“You didn’t think that this wasn’t hard for me? It was. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, but I did it and it’s done, now end of" 

 "No. It’s not end of” Bucky spoke distressed.

Y/n assessed the situation, Sam looked really tired and Bucky looked intensely angry. Nothing good was going to come out of this, constant arguing back and forth. 

“okay guys, let’s just stop and talk this out without getting any more angrier” she said putting on her calmest voice and trying to breathe through her nose to push back how she was really feeling. 

“there’s nothing to talk about Y/n” Sam sighed deeply. “I’ve got things to do” 

“well… we will come with you then” she spoke. 

“no” 

“Barnes?” she spoke, eyes glancing over to him for a silent cry of help, he seemed to understand exactly what she was thinking and how she was thinking. He alway could with her.

“we’re coming with you” he spoke, voice less angry now. 

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it was silently awkward on the jet. None of them saying anything, it had been a while since they had all seen each other, even longer for Y/n who hadn’t had contact with either of them since a few weeks after Steve left for good. 

Y/n hated the tension but hated small talk even more, she couldn’t find the words to say, opening her mouth every couple of minutes to speak, but deciding against it. 

Bucky watched her in slight amusement while still managing to send glares Sam’s way.

“I can’t take this” Sam said staring at Bucky. “You look like you’re trying to kill me with your eyes.” 

“I am” Bucky replied bluntly.

“great” he spoke. “and you?” he asked directing his gaze towards Y/n who shrugged. 

“it crossed my mind” she said. 

“Nice” he spoke “so I’m stuck here with two assassins who both are thinking of murdering me. I feel so safe” he smiled sarcastically.  

“why did you do it?” she asked genuinely. 

Sam sighed, staring at her with complete honestly. 

“It didn’t belong to me. It didn’t feel right” he said, but he couldn’t meet her eyes, neither Bucky’s. 

“He gave it to you for a reason” Y/n said, slightly bitter. 

“where have you been?” Sam directed the questions at her now. She had fully disappeared off the face of the earth on that fateful day, to only show up out of the blue and somehow knowing exactly where to find him. 

“around” she shrugged brushing it off. “just trying to live a normal life” 

Bucky scoffed, chuckling under his breath. She narrowed her eyes at him in irritation. 

“something to say?” she asked. 

“you’ll never live a normal life” he said giving her a stare so plain it almost hurt. 

“I’ve realised” she huffed in annoyance at the fact. 

She realised the minute she turned her TV on and saw a knock off Captain America, proudly holding a shield on live television. She had tried so hard to forget about Steve, forget about her life but it was impossible, of course it was, she couldn’t believe she ever thought she could move on. 

She remembered seething in anger, teary eyes watching this stranger grip Steve’s shield. She had run to the bathroom to throw up, the overwhelming rush of emotions was too much. She wasn’t ready to move on just yet.

She sat in silence again, listening to Bucky and Sam bicker. She stared at the side of the super soldiers face, her thoughts drifting to the last time she saw him. 

“make me forget” she whispered “please”

“I’ll always make you forget” he promised, brushing a stray hair from her face, thumb catching the tear from the corner of her eyes before it had a chance to fall. 

As if Bucky knew what she was thinking he turned to meet her eyes, an unreadable emotion on his face. 

Why did it have to be Steve that brought them back together, he thought. How could he ever be honest about how he felt when she would never be over him. 

“so you’re still going on missions?” Y/n spoke up, directing the question very obviously at Sam. She had no idea what Bucky was doing but she had kept tabs on all the Avengers whose files were easily accessible. 

Bucky’s file had nothing on his previous where about or job. 

Sam nodded, passing her a phone with a video already pulled up on screen. She pressed play watching as a group of people were running from the police, it zeroed in on a particular muscular looking person, Y/n gasping as she saw him throw a police officer into a lamp post with extreme force. 

“super soldiers?” she gasped, looking up at Sam before glancing to Bucky with wide eyes. 

“super soldiers?” Sam spoke as if he hadn’t considered the possibility. 

“I uh- this person is built exactly like one” she spoke almost embarrassed. She had experience with not only one, but two super soldiers, she knew exactly how they were built. 

Bucky blushed slightly, his thoughts going back to that night like hers had just minutes ago. 

Soft hands grabbed gently at his shoulders, exploring a path down his scarred arm, he shivered, easily manhandling her onto her back as his weight pressed down against her, lips pressed softly to the skin of her neck as his body melded to her own.

“Bucky” 

He often found his thoughts drifting back to that night. Sometimes when he was having trouble sleeping he tried to remember every single little detail and word whispered intimately into his ear and it calmed him down. 

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Y/n had no idea how a simple intended talk to Sam ended up with her thrown back into the field, fighting alongside the stranger that tried to call himself Captain America. She hated every second, not sparing her distaste for him at all. Bucky seemed to be doing the same, even Sam had joined in with glaring at him

Y/n had caught the shield, holding it in her hand for a few seconds longer than needed before throwing it back, hitting the person next to the new Captain, it had skimmed him too just as she had intended, a small unsaid threat lingering in her glare. 

Sam had disappeared, Bucky too, she thought maybe this would be a great time to take the shield and run but he had caught on, overly suspicious of her from the start, the man standing in a suit not made for him threw the shield at her hitting her straight in the side as she fell from the moving truck.

Bucky heard a scream, watching as she fell off the side of the truck, without thought he jumped after her, catching her in his arms and turning them so she fell onto him when they hit the ground; he winced briefly before checking she was okay. 

“I’m going to kill him” she spoke angrily trying to get up but Bucky held her down, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close as she thrashed around.

“shhh”

“that smug son of a bitc-”

“calm down” he soothed, but she carried on kicking at him.

“let go of me” 

“doll” he spoke and she froze before she stopped resisting completely. 

Bucky let out a breath of air and relaxed too, mindlessly running his hand up and down her back to calm her more. 

Her mind once again drifting to somewhere else. 

Buckys hand trailed gently down her naked body, soothing over the dips of her collar bones before skimming the side of her ribs, a soft soothing pattern that lulled her to sleep, her breathing evening out.

“sweet dreams doll”

“there you are” Sam’s voice was loud as he ran to them out of breath. 

Y/n stood up, shoulders squared as she glared at him. 

“did you see what that son of a bitch did?” 

“who? Bucky?” Sam asked confused. 

“no, that asshole” she huffed “he hit me- he hit me with the shield” 

“look” he sighed  “we’re in the ass end of nowhere right now, lets go find somewhere to sleep and figure out a plan, its getting dark” Sam tried to reason, Y/n knew it was a pleads because he was extremely tired. 

“no. I’m going to find him and -”

“Y/n” Bucky spoke, a stern tone reminding her of the voice Steve used to use when she stepped out of line on the field, her heart lurched painfully as she gave in following behind the two men who had started to walk along a dirt trail of road. 

Part 2 anyone? I have some good ideas for some more bits that will be more exciting

Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include…

AN: I can’t believe I haven’t done one of these for Bucky yet! Warning, this turned out to be more of a slow burn than I intended. Oops!

• For the majority of his life, Bucky Barnes has fought.
• When he wasn’t fighting, he was atoning for the sins that followed whatever battle he survived.
• Post-Snap, Bucky threw himself into making amends.
• Sometimes it would be doing small acts of kindness for strangers.
• Other times it was moving across the hall from a man whose life you played a part in making terrible.
• Balance was never his strong suit.
• Dr. Raynor was little help in his atonement as she was less of a therapist and more of a well of one-liners about Bucky’s social life.
• It was an easy mark though, as Bucky knew more ghosts than actual, living people.
• Perhaps that was why Dr. Raynor’s teasing hit him so hard.
• Perhaps that was why her comments on the topic lingered in his mind on the nights when his terrors were quiet.
• “Do you have any friends? What about Sam? Have you heard from him?”
• “You should try meeting someone, James.”
• “Did you speak to anyone new over the weekend?”
• Every time, Bucky would reply, “no, just Yori and the bartender.”
• “The bartender nice?”
• Every time, Bucky would shrug and say, “I dunno. I’ll find out next time.”
• Then, ‘next time’ would come and Bucky wouldn’t find out.
• It was like clockwork.
• Until it wasn’t.
• Until you.
• It’s during Bucky’s usual dinner and drink with Yori, when he least expects it.
• Izzy’s is a dive, a well-too-hidden gem covered in dust kicked up by those who lived in the city, walked the streets, called it home.
• That means that Izzy’s is typically empty, but if it is busy, it’s full of regulars.
• Leah, the bartender Bucky didn’t know was nice, was the only employee anyone seemed to see.
• So, when you shadowed her behind the bar, eyes wide and drinking how she made each concoction for Izzy’s patrons, you stuck out.
• That was why Bucky watched you at first, listened as Leah taught you the ropes.
• “Alright, so, show me how to make it.”
• “Like you just did?”
• “Yes, Y/N. Like I just did.”
• Bucky smiled then.
• He smiled at your clear nervousness, the sound of your voice, the first utterance of your name.
• Yori was talking about something, reciting some story that he already told
• and Bucky was half listening, his eyes flicking up from the counter top to you.
• Once, you locked eyes with him.
• You smiled and Bucky felt his own smile widen.
• That was before he lost his nerve and quickly looked away.
• He wanted to talk to you, but he got in his head about it; as he always did.
• Plus, your training finished and you walked out of Izzy’s with only one last glance in his direction.
• He must have imagined it.
• That’s what he told himself.
• It would be pointless anyway.
• What was the likelihood that he would see you again?
• Whenever he and Yori went to the bar, Leah was the tender.
• You would have a different shift, so he would never see you again.
• But then, he did.
• You were behind the bar, worriedly getting people their drinks as Bucky and Yori walked through the door.
• As soon as they sat down, your eyes met.
• An awe-struck silence fell over the two of you.
• Bucky isn’t one for believing in a higher power, not after all he’s seen and been through, but he wonders, at that moment, about fate.
• You wonder the same as the shared stare continues.
• Then Yori would break the spell and ask, “where’s Leah? Leah works on Wednesdays.”
• “I’m covering for her for a few weeks.”
• “You’re new,” Yori said before he glanced at Bucky with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
• “I am,” you laughed and followed the, seemingly, older man’s eyes to Bucky. “And you two are regulars, right? That’s what Leah told me.”
• “Yeah,” Bucky replied, putting on a nervous smile.
• He cursed himself for being so out of practice.
• He cursed himself for being so suddenly taken by you.
• Luckily, Yori could care less about Bucky’s ability to flirt with people.
• “You two should go on date.”
• Immediately, you and Bucky looked at Yori, chuckling warily before you glanced back at each other.
• “Yori, c’mon, that’s not,” Bucky shook his head.
• “We don’t even know each other’s names.”
• Well, Bucky did know yours, and that put you at a disadvantage.
• He didn’t like that, didn’t like that you didn’t know him.
• Before Yori could introduce Bucky to you himself, Bucky extended his right hand (his flesh hand) out to you.
• “I’m Bucky.”
• Your eyes flicked from his fingers to his eyes before you smiled.
• “Y/N,” you replied, taking his hand.
• “There you go. Now date,” Yori proclaimed, “life is short.”
• “Alright, easy now,” Bucky said when you dropped his hand. “I’m sure Y/N is a busy person, especially with this job.”
• Bucky gestured around to the near-empty bar as he spoke and, much to his surprise, you laughed.
• “Oh yes, so busy.”
• Yori waved a dismissive hand and went on to ask for a drink and some food for himself.
• Bucky watched quietly as you worked, pulling Yori’s favorite beer out and darting into the back kitchen to place his food order in.
• You were a worried whirlwind of energy and, every so often, as you filed in and out of the adjoining kitchen, you met his eyes.
• It took all Bucky had to focus on Yori and his complaining about the neighbors.
• When you interrupted to give them the food they had ordered, Bucky was overwhelmed with relief.
• He had an excuse to look at you then, to speak to you.
• “Thank you,” was all he could muster, along with a shy smile.
• The evening continued like that: a collection of small, stolen glances and the tension of Yori’s words between you.
• Bucky got lost in his thoughts, questioned whether you felt it too.
• Though, as always, Yori grounded him back to reality by the end of the night.
• Tipsy and unsteady, the old man stood from his stool and grumbled something about heading to bed.
• Bucky was helping Yori towards the door when he saw you again.
• You were wiping down a newly emptied table near the exit and you lifted your head, eyes meeting his.
• It took all Bucky had to explain, “I gotta get him back.”
• “Okay,” you said, the faintest of frowns on your lips. “You two have a goodnight.”
• “Yeah, you too.”
• Bucky quickly guided Yori out the door before the man could press a possible date any further
• That didn’t mean that Yori didn’t mention it on the walk home.
• “You should have asked.”
• “I’m not looking for…for that right now,” Bucky pressed, shaking his head.
• Yori shook his head too, but he was chuckling, a lot.
• With furrowed brows, Bucky watched him as he succumbed to an almost full-belly laugh.
• “Oh, you’re a young man,” Yori managed through his chuckle, “you know nothing.”
• Bucky huffed in amusement because he couldn’t deny that.
• Despite being a century old, Bucky Barnes had not truly lived.
• “You do not look for love,” Yori continued, “it finds you.”
• The old man’s words struck Bucky in the chest
• harder than any punch or shock or bullet ever had.
• He barely had time to recover before Yori continued, but with his focus shifted to the noisy neighbors once again.
• Bucky was glad for the distraction, though your smile lingered in the back of his mind as he helped Yori to his door.
• “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
• “I’m sure you do,” Bucky drawled disbelievingly.
• “You don’t,” Yori returned, opening the door this his apartment.
• “What?”
• Yori stopped at the entrance of his home and let out a long, heavy sigh.
• “That Y/N. You didn’t make a date.”
• “We’ve been over this. I didn’t but-“
• “What a shame.”
• “Yeah…a shame,” Bucky echoed, tension bleeding out from his body.
• There’s a long pause where the two men sit in the quiet, each one waiting for the other to say something else.
• Yet, they both thought better of it.
• “Goodnight,” Yori said, patting Bucky’s shoulder.
• Bucky held his breath at the touch, a flood of terrible, hazy memories flooding back and renewing his stress.
• In a rush, Bucky replied, “Night, Yori.”
• With a nod of acknowledgment, the old man disappeared within the dimness of his apartment.
• Bucky took a trembling breath before he turned towards his own door.
• His hand reached out to twist the knob, but the action stirred a feeling within him.
• A memory of a few hours before Bucky’s hand extending out towards you as you smiled at him.
• In turn, his hand falls back down to his side and he shakes his head as if to clear it.
• Bucky turned and started back down towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
• A walk would clear his head.
• At least he hoped that it would.
• Yet all Bucky got was rained on.
• A storm rolled in, bringing small, isolated showers with it.
• By the time he was nearby Izzy’s (one of the only places he knew how to get to), Bucky feared getting soaked.
• So, he tucked beneath the oning that hung outside the door to the bar.
• The thick, dark green fabric provided a little protection from the rain, and Bucky savored the fleeting feeling of safety it supplied.
• It lasted only a minute or so before the door to Izzy’s swung open
• and, of course, it had to be you that walked through.
• “You’re back!” You quickly recollected yourself, shaking your head. “I mean, you’re back.”
• “I’m back,” Bucky said, unable to keep himself from smiling at your presence.
• You were smiling too, before confusion furrowed your brow and forced your lips into a frown.
• “Everything alright? Yori okay?” You asked, concern dripping from your tone like the landed rain drops slipping off of the oning.
• “Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to…”
• When Bucky met your eyes, he realized he wanted you.
• But he couldn’t say that.
• He was out of practice when it came to flirting but that would be…creepy.
• “I wanted to apologize for him. He doesn’t have a filter sometimes.”
• You laugh and Bucky felt a heaviness, one he didn’t know he was carrying, lift.
• “It’s alright.”
• A small quiet fell over the two of you, with Bucky just looking at you and you looking at him.
• When you both realized that you were staring, you both chuckled and looked away.
• Your eyes drifted towards the road, the rain that gathered in puddles in the pavement; and Bucky watched as you extended your hand.
• With an open palm, you tested the frequency of the rain fall with a grace so akin to a fairytale that Bucky was winded.
• “You don’t happen to have an umbrella with you, do you?”
• Bucky heard your question, but he only managed to find himself and the words to reply when you turned your head to look at him again.
• “I-I don’t.”
• “You forgot it in your magic Mary Poppins bag?”
• The way you smiled made Bucky think it was a joke, but he had missed the punchline, the reference.
• When you saw that twinge of confusion in his smile, you frowned.
• “You don’t know Mary Poppins?”
• “And if I don’t?”
• Your lips quirked up once more into a wide smile.
• Bucky watched as you teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a thoughtful expression as your eyes flicked from him to the door of Izzy’s.
• “If you wanna come inside to escape the rain, I could explain the reference.”
• Then it was Bucky’s turn to put on a thoughtful expression; though, only for a moment because he almost immediately replied.
• “Yeah, sure.”
• “Great,” you returned and Bucky opened the door and went inside Izzy’s for the second time that day.
• Before you were both inside, you paused and met Bucky’s eyes again.
• “This isn’t a date, is it?”
• “Not unless you want it to be.”
• You never responded to that half-assed offer of a date and
• a strange sort of ritual started formed.
• On the days you worked and Bucky and Yori went to eat, Bucky would drop off Yori and come back.
• Bucky would feign ignorance, tell you that he spent time out of the States for work with family and missed a lot of American pop culture.
• You would tell him all you knew, explain movies he missed, recommend TV shows, books, music anything you thought he would like.
• “I’ve heard of One Direction.”
• “You have?”
• “They trend on that bird app every so often.”
• “You have Twitter?”
• “Not anymore. I never thought people posting text could be so loud….and annoying…and confusing.”
• Nights were spent just talking, exchanging stories.
• Though, of course, Bucky kept a majority of his tales close to his chest.
• In the vaguest of terms, he mentioned Steve, harrowing winters, traveling in the army, and even partaking in a ‘clinical trial’ headed by Russian scientists.
• He told you everything he could without giving himself away.
• He didn’t want to be the ghost of the Winter Soldier, not anymore.
• He just wanted to be Bucky Barnes to you, some guy you met at a bar because a sweet, but sour, old man told you both that you should date.
• There were a few times that he slipped back into a more combat-ready state.
• For instance, the night he almost told you everything, you didn’t greet him outside of the door to Izzy’s.
• He missed your smile at first, then his mind wandered to every terrible possibility.
• Quickly, he rushed inside the bar and scanned the establishment for you.
• You were neither sat that the table you usually shared with him
• nor anywhere in the seating section.
• You were still behind the bar, wearing a twisted expression as a man leaned over the counter and far too close to you.
• Your brow was furrowed in disgust, lips in a scowl, but your eyes were nervous, wary of the leaning man’s intentions.
• That was enough for Bucky.
• He stormed over and circled around the man so he could rest his left hand (his Vibranium hand) on the creep’s shoulder.
• “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but,” Bucky began, “you’re making the best bartender in the borough a little bit too uncomfortable.”
• The man turned and glared at Bucky, but said nothing.
• Bucky shook his head and added, “we can’t have that.”
• With a squeeze of his hand, metal fingers crushed into the meat of the man’s shoulder and he yelped.
• “Watch it,” he spat, trying to recover a facade of dignity after his somewhat embarrassing, high-pitched shout of pain.
• The man shifted his angry eyes from Bucky to you and then back again before he turned around and darted out of Izzy’s.
• “You’re the one that needs to watch it,” Bucky called after him.
• After he was sure that the man was gone, probably high-tailing it down the block, Bucky looked to you.
• There you were, your expression turning up into the smallest of smiles as you began to speak.
• “Best bartender in the borough?” You pressed a hand to your chest, “I’m honored.”
• “It’s the truth,” Bucky said, taking a seat on the barstool directly across from you.
• “Does the hero want a drink?”
• “I’m not a hero,” Bucky mumbled, shaking his head.
• “You just exiled the bad guy,” you pointed out, gesturing towards the door.
• “I’ve exiled good guys too. Sometimes worse.”
• Your brow furrowed as you looked into Bucky’s eyes and asked, “but you don’t anymore?”
• Bucky huffed, in his own disbelief, and shook his head.
• “I try not to, yeah.”
• “Well, if you’re trying then I’d call you a hero,” you said, your expression exuding a warmth Bucky hadn’t felt in years. “Tonight, I’d call you myhero.”
• Right then and there, Bucky wanted to kiss you.
• Instead, he choked out, “so, you’re working an extra shift tonight?”
• “Leah’s running late. I’ll be off soon if you wanna hang out.”
• “Great, yeah.”
• Until Leah arrived, Bucky watched you work: pouring glasses of color drinks, popping open beer bottles, and shuttling food from the kitchen to the customer.
• When you were free, Bucky could tell you were exhausted.
• “Why don’t we skip tonight. You look beat.”
• You gave him an unamused smile, “thanks, Bucky.”
• “I didn’t mean it like that,” he explained in a rush, “just that-”
• “I’m just giving you shit,” you said with a wave of your hand.
• Bucky nodded quietly and you both started towards the door.
• He held it open for you and, as you passed through, you caught sight of the night sky and men across the street, loitering in a nervous way.
• Still in the doorway, you turned and looked up, into Bucky’s eyes.
• “Walk me home?”
• “Of course,” Bucky replied before he could really register what he was saying.
• He didn’t mind it, obviously.
• As you walked, you both talked about strange happenings.
• Bucky even mentioned therapy, as he dropped the newest bit of wisdom Dr. Raynor had provided him with.
• “So, she basically just told you to get a life?”
• “Basically,” Bucky agreed.
• “Therapy is great, it’s good you’re in it, but…she sounds awful!” You threw your arms in the air for emphasis and Bucky was awestruck by how the streetlamp light cast you, in that pose, under a yellow spotlight.
• “She kinda is,” he murmured, unable to entirely refocus himself.
• Before you could delve deeper into how awful Raynor was, you arrived at your front door.
• “This is me,” you said through a groan.
• “You don’t sound happy about that,” Bucky chuckled.
• “I feel bad that our night was wasted.”
• “Not wasted,” Bucky said softly, “we still hung out.”
• At his words, your disappointment metamorphized.
• Frown lines turned smile lines and eyes grew bright, hopeful.
• “Yeah, you’re right.”
• There was a pause then, with just the two of your staring at each other as the dark of night mingled with the sounds of the city.
• In the distance, music played and the fast tempo coaxed Bucky’s heart to pick up the same fast beat.
• “Well, I better-”
• “Yeah, you better head to bed.”
• You started up the steps but stopped when you were on the stair that put you exactly eye level with Bucky.
• Bucky was about to ask what was the matter when you leaned in and pressed the lightest of kisses to his cheek.
• It was so fast that Bucky swore he imagined it;
• but when you pulled away, eyes still bright and bottom lip tucked between your teeth, thinking, analyzing his reaction, Bucky knew he hadn’t.
• “Night, Bucky.”
• “Goodnight, Y/N.”
• Bucky lingered, made sure you got inside alright, and then started back down the street, towards his apartment, a little extra pep in his step.
• Your ritual of night talks continued, but there was no mention of the sweet kiss.
• Not that Bucky minded; though he did find himself lingering on you more and for longer as you talked about everything and anything.
• It continued like that for a while until Sam gave over the shield.
• That spent Bucky into a spiral and not even you could pull him out.
• He never missed a night talk but you could tell he was distant.
• Onthe night he told you everything, you asked about his awayness.
• “Are you okay? You’re quiet, but you’re normally not this quiet.”
• “Yea, I-” Bucky stopped when he met your gaze.
• He couldn’t lie to you. Not anymore.
• “I’m not okay,” he admitted, “there’s…there’s something I have to tell you.”
• “Alright,” you said, settling into your chair, “tell me.”
• “It’s actually a lot of somethings.”
• “I’m ready when you are.”
• Bucky took a moment, thought of you the night you kissed his cheek, and began to tell you his story in all of its gritty detail.
• There were points where you were silent (when he told you how old he really was), where you gasped (when he told you about falling off the train), where you smiled (when he recounted his friendship with Steve), where you almost cried (when he told you the truth of his ‘clinical trial’ with HYDRA).
• When he showed his arm, you reached across the table and took his hand.
• His breathing shuddered as you intertwined your flesh fingers with his metal ones.
• “Can you feel my hand?”
• “What?”
• “You said Vibranium is like a living metal, right? It can sense vibrations and absorb energy. Can you feel my hand?”
• Bucky’s brows furrowed, “I’ve never tried that before.”
• You studied him, your joined hands, quietly and Bucky took that opportunity to really focus.
• He wasn’t entirely sure of all the capabilities Shuri incorporated into his new arm.
• He knew the port the arm attached to was loosely connected to nerve endings to give him more control, but he didn’t know if that would allow him to feel.
• So, he closed his eyes and really tried.
• He wasn’t sure that he felt the warmth of your palm and the dull beating of your heart or if he just imagined it.
• “I feel something,” he said, eyes opening to meet your gaze, “but I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I really want to or…”
• He trailed off, lost in your eyes.
• “It’s something,” you comforted and gave his metal hand a soft squeeze.
• You held his hand as he continued to tell you everything.
• He told you about the most recent happening, with Sam and the shield.
• “Steve gave it to him.”
• “He has a reason for doing what he did,” you said, giving his hand another squeeze.
• “But that shield is…”
• “It’s part of your friend, but it’s not everything he left behind.”
• Something in your words stirred an old ache in Bucky’s chest, but he nodded.
• “Yeah, but I think,” he sighed, “I think I have to talk to him. Figure out what he’s doing.”
• “How long will talking to Sam take?”
• “I don’t know.”
• You nodded and pulled your hand from his as you said, “well, you owe me a night out when you get back.”
• “I’m okay with that,” Bucky said, and he felt every ounce of dread he carried with him ebb.
• Then Bucky goes off to find Sam, talk about the shield, they meet John Walker, the Flag Smashers, and….well, you know the rest.
• And if you don’t, Bucky is sure to tell you all about it when he returns.
• He’s a touch tanner than he was when you last saw him, and when he tells you about Sam’s home in Louisiana, he beams as much as the sun.
• “Sounds like you really liked it there.”
• “It was nice, nice to get away from the city,” he glanced around Izzy’s as he spoke, “but it’s better to be back here. Back with you.”
• You smiled bashfully and Bucky himself felt his face grow warm.
• “I’m glad you’re back,” you managed, shyness lacing your tone, making it feather-light.
• There’s a soft pause, where the two of you meet each other’s eyes then look away….before looking back again.
• Bucky surprises himself when he breaks the silence.
• “So, what do you want to do for that night out I owe you?”
• “I don’t know,” you admitted, “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
• “As much as I missed this place, I don’t think we should go to Izzy’s.”
• You laughed and Bucky almost sighed with relief.
• He had missed the sound of your laughter.
• “Yeah, you’re right. Somewhere different….I don’t know where.”
• “How about I pick you up at your place tomorrow at five and you trust me to pick the place?”
• “Alright, but do you remember the way to my place?”
• “No,” Bucky said with a smile, “but if I walk you home again tonight, I’ll be able to remember it.”
• You laughed again and sighed, “that was smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.”
• After another hour or so of talking, Bucky walked you home.
• “Are there any places, besides Izzy’s, that you don’t want to go to?”
• “Umm, a funeral home, pet cemetery…”
• “Okay, okay, I get it. No spooky places.”
• You raised a hand and shook your head, “no, I’m cool with spooky, just not sad.”
• “Spooky, not sad,” Bucky echoed. “Noted.”
• By that point, you both reached your home and were lingering outside.
• Passersby glanced at the two of you, probably eyeing your closeness.
• You were so close that you could feel each other’s heat.
• “So, out here, tomorrow at seven?” You asked.
• “Yeah,” Bucky replied, “tomorrow at seven.”
• He watched as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and let your eyes flicking across his face, thinking.
• Later, down the line, you would tell Bucky, that you were debating whether to kiss him that night.
• You ultimately decided against it and simply smiled at him.
• “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said.
• “See ya then.”
• Bucky watched you go inside and started the long trek back to his apartment.
• When he got there, it felt emptier, not quite as homey as the Wilson’s place or how Bucky felt when he was with you.
• Though, he slept well that night.
• During the day, he was nervous.
• Not as nervous as he would have been prior to working alongside Sam, but still nervous.
• He was in his head again, but until seven at night when he saw you walk down the steps.
• You knew him, he had told you everything and you still wanted to waste time with him.
• Bucky smiled at the thought, at you as you strode up to him.
• “So, where are we headed?”
• “To the park,” Bucky said in a breath, still trying to collect himself.
• “The park,” you returned, your smile enduring.
• As you walked towards the park nearby your home, your arms would brush against Bucky’s, a tickling reminder that you were alone together.
• The park was lovely, framed by the sunset.
• Children giggled, clinging to playgrounds and soaring in swings.
• An elderly couple sat at a bench you and Bucky passed, all grey hair and joined hands.
• Eventually, Bucky led you to a patch that was decorated like a haunted landscape.
• Pumpkins, some carved some not, littered the grassy knoll
• Plastic facades of ghosts, ghouls, and haunted houses stood proud, some nearly as tall as Bucky.
• “Wow, you took the spooky thing to heart, huh?”
• “Y-Yeah, you like it?”
• You glanced around before you met his eyes and nodded.
• “I love it.”
• You and Bucky wandered through the maze of gourds and decorations, smiling, cracking jokes about Halloween costumes past.
• “I didn’t get to do much so I was an army man most years.”
• “Oddly fitting,” you teased.
• “What about you?”
• “There were a few DIY costumes over the years,” you admitted.
• Bucky’s face immediately brightened and he chuckled. “Oh really?”
• “Oh yes, and there’s photo evidence to support how terrible they could be,” you smiled and added, “I’ll show you sometime.”
• You both watched as children darted between plastic ghosts, trying to scare each other.
• Eventually, you and Bucky perched yourselves on an empty bench.
• Your shoulders were almost pressed together, your warmth mingling and wrapping around you both, banishing the crisp evening chill.
• “I haven’t been to the park in ages.”
• “Really?” Bucky asked, happy that you broke the silence that claimed you both.
• “I’ve been too busy, with work and just…life.”
• “So I was right when I told Yori that you were too busy for a date.”
• You chuckled and shook your head.
• “Except for now,” you said, turning your head to meet his eyes.
• Bucky couldn’t help the grin that spread along his lips.
• You smiled back at him.
• “This isn’t a date, is it?” Bucky asked, mimicking what you had asked the first time you spent the night talking to each other at Izzy’s.
• “Not unless you want it to be,” you returned, the same thing he told you back then.
• Bucky smiled and nudged his shoulder against yours.
• “I want it to be.”
• “I want it to be, too.”
• There was another stretch of quiet, though easier than the one before.
• You and Bucky stared at each other with all the softness in the world.
• Bucky’s face was relaxed, more than relaxed than you had ever seen him; his lips wore a lazy smile and his blue eyes were glinting under the light of the setting sun.
• That light further bathed him in a warm orange glow that made your stomach twist.
• Bucky was drinking in the look of you too, outlined in the green of the park and beautiful.
• “I also want to kiss you,” Bucky said, his voice tender, almost lost in the wind.
• “Then kiss me.”
• At your reply, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a fumbling rush.
• You didn’t care though, so neither did he.
• His hands reached to cup the sides of your face and held you with all the careful fervor he could muster.
• Your hands gripped at the front of his dark red shirt, pulling him impossibly close.
• While PDA might not be your favorite thing, you were so swept up by Bucky’s touch that you didn’t care.
• Bucky, who loves PDA, already didn’t care.
• When you pulled away (‘cause Bucky sure wasn’t going to be the first to do so), his lips were kiss-swollen and eyes half-lidded.
• “Should’ve done it sooner,” he murmured when he met your gaze.
• “Yeah, definitely.”
• After that first date, you and Bucky retained your three times a weeknight talks
• and a weekly outing on the weekends.
• He would check you out while you worked, make sure that people like that creepy guy wouldn’t come around to bother you.
• He would glare at anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.
• “You’re staring,” you said, passing him a bottle of beer.
• “Do you blame me?”
• You gave him a warning glance, but there was a smile on your face.
• When you ask why Yori doesn’t come around with him anymore, Bucky is honest with you.
• “But that wasn’t you.”
• “It was,” Bucky said, “my body still-”
• “I don’t care what your body has done, I care about what you do. And you care about people, Bucky, you try to help wherever you can. You love. That’s you. The man that killed his son wasn’t you.”
• Bucky wanted to kiss you, in the dingey corner of Izzy’s after your shift, but held back.
• On the walk home, he held back;
• but the second you were about to say goodbye, Bucky cupped your face and kissed you, hard.
• The force behind his lips was strong, but his touch was so mild that you melted into him.
• Your chests pressed together, heartbeats melded into one.
• He walked you backwards until your back knocked against the fence.
• You laughed as you nearly toppled entirely into Bucky and broke the kiss.
• You threw your arms over his shoulders as he rested his forehead against yours.
• “Sorry,” he murmured.
• “No, don’t be sorry,” you leaned up and snuck another kiss.
• Bucky pulled his forehead from yours and stared down at you.
• His fingers, with rough pads, traced along your cheek to your jaw and tilted your face up with such a softness that the rush before felt like a hazy memory.
• Just before your lips touched, you asked in a whisper, “come upstairs?”
• “Yes,” Bucky said just before he pressed his mouth to yours.
• The two of you were a stumbling, tangled mess getting to your room.
• Needless to say, even when you reached your bedroom, you both were still a stumbling, tangled mess.
• A softer mess, a more tender, pleasurablemess.
• That night began another ritual.
• Bucky would sleep over at your place a few times a week.
• Eventually, you dedicated a drawer to him, his clothes.
• Though, they weren’t always his clothes.
• “Where’s my red- doll.”
• “What?”
• “Are you wearing my shirt?”
• “Maybe,” you teasing, pulling at the long sleeves of a shirt that was definitely Bucky’s.
• You turned around to face him and he was, literally, shirtless, with his dog tags shining against his tanned chest.
• “I’d like it back.”
• “Come get it then.”
• Spending the night together wasn’t always teasing.
• Most of the time it was sharing movies, ordering takeout, talking, laughing.
• Basically, you catching Bucky up on pop culture.
• “Steve’s list mentions a Star Wars?”
• “It’s a movie series. You wanna watch it?”
• “How many movies are there?”
• “Ten, I think, eleven maybe.”
• “Ten! How many movies can someone make about the same characters?!”
• “You’d be surprised.”
• It’s after one these movies nights when it happens.
• You’re switching off the screen, ready to head to bed when you turn around and see Bucky still sat on the couch.
• His plaid pajama pants rode up a little, disturbing the hem of his tight grey shirt.
• It’s then you see the steady rise and fall of his chest grow a touch more rapid.
• “I love you.”
• His voice is low, gravelly but soft when he says it.
• You thought you misheard him at first and Bucky feared that he said it far too soon.
• When your pause extended, Bucky moved to sit up, to backtrack.
• But then, finally your face broke into a grin.
• “I love you too.”
• “Come ‘ere then,” he said, arms extended and reaching out to you.
• You walked towards him, felt his warm hand and cold hand grab your hips and pull you down into his lap.
• “I love you,” he said again, leaning up for a kiss.
• “I love you,” you echoed, meeting him in the middle.
• Leah makes jokes about how icky the honeymoon phase is.
• You agree, but you explain that you’ve never felt this way before
• and Bucky was first to admit that his encounters with love were limited.
• So, you both hold on to each other; become one another’s safe space.
• Once, Bucky mentioned a vacation.
• “Where to?”
• “Louisiana. You could meet Sam, go out on the boat, get out of the city.”
• “I’d like that.”
• When you do go eventually, you love it.
• The Wilsons welcomed you with open arms.
• “So you’re Y/N,” Sam greeted, “Buck won’t stop talkin’ about you.”
• “That’s saying a lot, because he hardly talks,” you said teasingly, squeezing Bucky’s hand.
• Sam laughed, “oh, I like you.”
• You and Bucky spend days on the docks, the beach, on the boat.
• One night, you were on the dock, watching the sunset.
• When you turned, Bucky was taking a swig of his beer, basking in the sun.
• “This place looks good on you.”
• Bucky turned and beamed at you, “really?”
• “Yeah,” you replied, reaching a hand out to brush through his hair.
• “It’s nice seeing you of the city, not busy. Relaxationlooks good on you.”
• You leaned in, as if to kiss him, but lingered just out of reach of his lips to say, “maybe we should stay a little longer.”
• “I wouldn’t mind that.”
• “I’ll call Leah,” you said, starting to move away.
• Bucky pulled you back, your chin pinched between his forefinger and thumb.
• “Tomorrow,” he murmured, “right now, you’re mine.”
• You were his, just as he was yours, for the next few days.
• Sadly, after another week in Louisiana, Bucky mentioned how Sam needs him back in action.
• “So, he’s stealing my boyfriend?”
• “More like borrowing me.”
• “When do you leave?”
• “After we get back to the city,” he replied, walking towards where you sat on the edge of the bed.
• You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and Bucky smiled.
• He kneeled down before you, between your legs, and reached up to pull your lip free.
• “What are you thinkin’ about, doll?”
• “I’mthinkin’we just shouldn’t go back.”
• Bucky head fell to the side, strength almost crippled by the sadness of your voice, and leaned up towards you.
• He didn’t have to say anything.
• He poured his agreement, that shared wish, into the kiss you shared.
• Not the last kiss.
• No, that would come far later.

The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 12)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bullet wounds, pain, kinda angsty, then cut, then angsty, them cute again, pretty good since it’s been a while.

A/N: I KNOW the last part left a cliff hanger and then I didn’t write for this series for months. I know. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. But I promise the wait was worth it (hopefully). Also this is the Imani face claim I chose because I think I’m gonna make her a more prominent character. Anyway, I hope you guys like it like I do, and I promise you’ll continue to slowly see things trickle out from this blog. Love you all!!! ❤️

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Masterlist

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    You first quickly make your way to Sam, immediately checking his vitals. “Steve, I need you to keep James awake.” As Steve goes to do his assignment, you find a low, even heartbeat and slow, steady breathing from Sam, as if he was asleep. Next you remove the tape from the towels to lift them up one at a time, visually inspecting both wounds. The one on his side was a deep graze. It doesn’t look like it hit his ribs, glad that is one less bullet you have to worry about. Next you examine his leg, less enthused about this wound. It was in the outside region of his upper leg, so the femoral artery wasn’t a concern, but there was no exit wound.

    "Hey, Buck. Y/N needs you to stay awake, okay bud.“ Steve starts to to shake Bucky gently. You turn to look at him as you go to reach for the first aid kit. The look on his side profile was filled with worry and as much as you could sympathize with, you had a task to attend to.

    "Steve, I know you don’t want to hurt him, but you have to wake him up. Try a bit harder for me, and if that doesn’t work, your gonna need to do a sternum rub, okay?” Your stare on Steve was intense as you waited for affirmation. He was shocked at your commanding tone but quickly nods and goes back to waking Bucky. You place your focus back onto Sam as you pull on your gloves, removing the towel from his side first and the small piece of gauze that covered the gash. You grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the table and pour it on a fresh, folded piece of gauze. “I’m so sorry, Sam.” You mumble, quickly bringing the gauze to the wound. The intensity of the burning was enough to wake Sam and cause him to swiftly kick you away. You groan at the impact as Sam beings to apologize profusely.

    "I’m so sorry. *Wince* I didn’t know it was you*wince* Fuck everything hurts.“ You calm him down and hand him a pillow for the couch, then begun to slowly bring the gauze back in.

    "It’s fine. But you’re gonna want to bite this hard because I’ve got to clean that wound.” You allow him to ready himself, watching as he places the corner of the pillow in his mouth, then being to count down without getting to zero. Right as you placed the gauze there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open, Mani.” You call, trying to keep Sam from squirming too much. She enters and looks around at the grim site before her.

    "Well, I-uh-wow-“ You continue to wipe around the wound with the gauze a bit more before starting to secure a fresh piece of gauze to it, sneaking glances back at your stupified friend.

    "I know, I’ll explain later. Right now I need you to channel your previous life as an ER nurse and help Steve with Bucky.” You turn back to Sam, scanning his face for signs of fainting, which is expected with the pain he was most likely feeling. “Steve, Imani. Imani, Steve.” You nudge your head toward your friend as you start on cleaning Sam’s leg wound.

    "Hi.“ Is all Steve could muster to the woman next to him now. Her wide, deep brown eyes quickly scanned Steve’s face, lingering on his own ocean blue eyes before finally speaking. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a moment but first lets help James. And, uh, nice to meet you… finally.” She lifts the towel that now stuck to Bucky by the crusted over blood. It was a deep gash, no sign of a bullet entrance. “Steve, can you hand me gloves,  a piece of gauze, and the alcohol, please?” Steve nods and hastily does what the woman asks. He watches as Imani expertly pulls on her gloves, the pulls surrounding fabric from around his wound. “Steve, he may be asleep now, but when I put this on him, you are possibly the only person that can keep him restrained. And just, be prepared. He’s gonna be in a lot of pain.” She proceeds to pour a heavy dose of alcohol on to the gauze and presses it to the wound, earning increasingly jerking flinches from Bucky. She then begins to gently wipe the wound, the burn to the exposed muscle, fully waking him up and causing Steve to put his whole weight into him.

    “Come on buddy, I know it burns, but Miss Imani here needs to clean you up. Now stay…still…” Steve groans pushing Buck’s shoulders into the chair.

    “Hey, we need to get them somewhere that can remove these bullets.” You say focusing on your task at hand. Sam winces as you begin to secure a clean piece of gauze to his second wound. “Not the hospital though.” Steve watches as Imani animatedly flips her head back around, finishing wiping around Bucky’s wound before getting a fresh gauze. 

    “Well, we could try to get them to the compound quickly. I know Bruce is there for the next couple of weeks. He can help. I can drive.” Steve relaxes his grip on Bucky when he realized that his whinces have become less dramatic, possibly due to the pain being so sever at first that it numbed at this point.

    “Compound? The one upstate that you told me about?” Imani turns to ask you, securing down one side of medical tape before pulling out another one. She watches you nod then turns back to secure the second piece of tape. “If that’s the case we’re taking my car.” She looked over at Steve and his shocked, confused expression. “It’s a Mustang. You can still drive, but if the broken down Beetle is your’s, it would take forever for us to get there.” A small grin grows on Steve’s face as he lets out a small chuckle before helping you stand Sam up to take him and Bucky to Imani’s car.

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    Imani was right about her car being quicker, because with Steve driving rather than it taking 2 and a half hours, Steve somehow shaved an hour off the time, though the ride seemed a bit longer due to Buck and Sam’s bickering on who was hurting most and who did what before they both passed out. So there you sat next to Bucky, looking at the picture Peter sent you of him and Louise, Louise in one of his shirts as a form of pajama, as a form of check up, every once in a while, looking up to watch Imani fix Steve up, unknowing of the awe-filled– and possibly lust filled– gaze he laid upon her. You just grinned and looked back down at your phone, backing out of the photo and scrolling through the texts between you and Peter. You knew he was part of the team, so you felt like it wouldn’t hurt to let him know what’s going on. As you started reading you felt a shift underneath your hand that grasped Bucky’s, prompting you to look his way.

    “Hey. How are you feeling?” You gently place a hand on his face and glance up and down his body, examining him.

    “Simultaneously high and in pain.” He groans out a chuckle and attempts to sit up, Stopped by his now suttured and covered wound.

    “Yeah, probably shouldn’t sit up to quick. Bruce, uh, had to remove a bullet fragments from your wound and then sew you up. Luckily, they was very superficial so it didn’t take much effort at all.” Bucky nods at your words and keeps a loving gaze on you, and as relieved as you were for him to finally be awake, you couldn’t helped but feel irked about the whole situation. “James, what happened?”

    “Would you accept mission gone wrong?” He charms, but your contemplating frown still stuck to your face, this skepticism stemming from when Steve told you the same thing. “Okay, we may have mistepped a bit but we’re okay.”

    “James, Sam is in surgery. Sure, they’re both luckily minor injuries considering the bullet that was in his thigh may have missed his femoral artery, but it was still dangerous nonetheless.” You still held on to Bucky’s hand, your thumb nervously rubbing his fingers. “Was this a S.H.I.EL.D. thing or…?” You now looked between Steve and Bucky, who’s eyes began to grow wide, giving you indication of the answer. “You guys got into this trouble all on your own, huh?”

    “Umm, I think Steve said he wanted to give me a tour of the compound. Right, Steve?” Imani grabs Steve’s hand and motions her head to the door, then leans in to whisper in his ear. “You do not want her anger towards James to jump onto you. Get out while you still can.”

    “But it was-” Imani yanks Steve’s arm and drags him out before he could further incriminate himself. “The mission was my idea.” He looks down at Mani, eyes as pitiful as a guilty child. “I need to apologize.”

    “You can do so later, when she calms down.” She places a hand on Steve’s elbow that was closest to the door. “I think right now she’s more scared than mad. Give her time. Show me around. And, uh, maybe we could get a drink?” She suggests, remembering the large wall of liquor behind a bar in the main room. She gets a hint of a grin and a nod from Steve before he finally leads her away from the room.

    Back in the room, your face seemed to be in a long term scowl as Bucky tries to explain the situation. “Listen, it was something that S.H.I.E.L.D couldn’t have known or else it would’ve gotten more people hurt than necessary. I honestly can’t tell you anymore than that. It could put you in danger.” You remove your hand from his, swiftly avoiding Bucky’s attempt to retrieve your hand again and stand from your seat to begin pacing.

    “So how often do you oh so willingly run toward the danger without being provoked?” You stop and look at Bucky, who now seemed equally as angry as you. “Don’t look at me like that.”

    “Do you know what my job entails? I’m not a rodeo clown. I work to keep the world safe. To keep you and Louise safe.” Bucky’s volume increased with his words.

    “Don’t you think I know that! That’s one of the reasons why I love you, damnit. But it seems that the danger seems to follow you. And what if it follows you when you have Lou,… and I’m not there?” You sigh and walk back to the chair, plopping down. “Bucky, I’m not mad, not completely mad at least, I’m scared. If something happened to you, or something happened while you were watching Lou and I couldn’t get there in time, I-I would die. I wouldn’t know what to do.” Your voice cracks and a tear falls from your eye, which Bucky quickly turns to wipe away, wincing when he realizes he’s still in the hospital bed for a reason.

    “I understand, and I promise to be more careful and think before following Steve into the fire again. I guess it’s just weird to know that I have a girl with a daughter who both expect me to be alive enough to come home. But if anything were to happen and you weren’t there, they would have to kill me to lay a finger on Louise, okay? And I’m hard to kill.” You nod and laugh through your now ceasing sobs. 

    “Okay” He takes your hand and gently presses it to his lips, knowing that it would be more painful if he were to try to kiss you at the moment. You catch on and lean over to give him a long, sweet peck on the lips, at this point relieved that he was still here with you. When you pull back your brain rewinds Bucky’s words. Follow Steve, huh? You stand from your chair again. “I’ll be right back.” You exit the infirmary like room and quickly head to the main room where you, unsurprisingly, found Steve and Imani flirting at the bar in the back of the room. “You.” You point to Steve and then point in front of you, to which he followed the silent instructions to come stand in front of you.

    “So, uh, Buck told you.” He nervously rubs the back of the neck, gaze directed downward into your eyes. 

    “Kinda. But I wanted to hear it from you.” Your eyebrows were raised as you crossed your arms.

    “I-uh-was the one who proposed the mission.” He flinched when you motioned to hit his arm but continued when you pulled back. “It was-or at least seemed like- a small threat that, if it grew, would be big trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D in the future if it wasn’t taken care of right now. I didn’t know it would be such trouble.” This was the moment you took to thud him in the abdomen, seemingly hard enough to get a reaction that was most likely due to some bruised ribs. 

    “That’s fine. But can we please try to be more careful next time. I was supposed to be off tonight and tomorrow but it looks like I’ll be taking care of some people.” You turn on your heel and head back to the room Bucky was laid up in, hearing indistinct conversation going on between Steve and Mani as you walked away.

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    “Don’t think I don’t remember the PAIN you put me through when I woke up.” Sam bitches from his wheelchair that was parked next to the large couch in the main room. You sat at the end closest to Sam with Bucky’s head in your lap, stroking his free roaming hair, scratching his scalp every once in a while.

    “Me putting you through that pain is what kept you alive without having an infection. So you should be thanking me.” You flip your head to look at Sam, smug grin on your face. 

    “I appreciate it, doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.” Sam mumbles, earning a smack on his arm from you.

    Over at the bar was Imani, Steve and Bruce. Steve, who was behind the bar was having an obviously engaging conversation with Imani, who was sitting at the bar listening, highly interested. Bruce sat next to Imani, but had his attention on your conversation with Sam. 

    “She’s right. If it wasn’t for her and Ms. Jefferson, your’s and Barnes’ injuries would be worse. Especially if you were to stick with your original plan of waiting it out through the night, one of you idiots would be dead so…” He takes a sip of the water that sat in front of him and looks over his glasses at Sam.

    “Man, shut up.” Was all Sam could retaliate, making those that were listening laugh.

    “Thank you again for coming to help. And letting me drive that car of your’s.” Steve was leaning on his crossed arms that were on the bar. 

    “Well, I’m glad Y/N called me to come help, or else I wouldn’t have finally met you.” She takes a sip of the Screwdriver Steve made her, the second of the drinks he has made for the beautiful woman he was so lucky to have met today-or yesterday since it was now 4:00 in the morning. “Y/N has told me a bit about you.”

    “Like what?” His heart rate increases slightly at not knowing what Imani was about to say.

    “Well, that you’re great with Lou. She said that you weren’t to bad looking, which frankly I agree.” Her voice trailed with those last words which made Steve laugh a heavenly chuckle. “And that you seemed extremely trustworthy.” His chest puffed with that last comment which emboldened him to finally make his move.

     “She should’ve added in there that I would very much like to take her very beautiful, very charming best friend on a date sometime soon. Tomorrow at 7, maybe?” He moves Imani’s now empty glass from in front of her and places a glass of water.

    “Smooth, but this glass of water should really be for you, since you seem so thirsty.” She takes a sip, turning her eyes toward the couch where you and Sam seemed to frantically turn back around as if you guys weren’t listening in to the conversation. “It’s your lucky day. I don’t have a shift tomorrow.” She take out her phone from her pocket, taps a few times on it then hands it to Steve. ”Put your number in.” He does as she tells him and then hands it back to her. She then sends a quick text with her name and address. 

    “I did not expect this to go so well.” Steve says a bit under his breath as he looks at the text that came through to his phone.

    “This is not fair.” Sam sighs, then turns his attention back to you. “Can you please hook me up one of your friends? Please? I promise I’ll be good.”

    You laugh at his pleas, then sit and think about it. After a few seconds Imani chimes in. “What about Sherry? That Cardio intern?” You gleefully clap at the suggestion then turn back to Sam.

    “Yes, Sherry! She adorable, maybe a year younger than Mani and I. Short brownskin with a lot of hair. She graduated top of her class at UPenn. She’s only a little shy. Ugh, you’ll love her.”

    “Fine, thank you. Now I don’t feel so left out now.” Sam fidgets with the wheels of his chair, seeming to be trying to get used to it.

    “Good, no one wants that.” You chuckle, scratching Bucky’s scalp again, happy knowing that everything is okay now.

Part 13

The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 13)

Here’sPart 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11 Part 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cute, slightly suggestive, mention of ex, plot thickens

A/N: Heeyyyy, how y'all doin?? I know it’s been more than a while since I have written, and I apolagize for that. School, as always, got me all the way fucked up, luckily summer courses have started which are shorter and (for me) all online soooo. Also my 21st b-day is coming so you know I’m excited for that. Anyway, I started writing this like half way through TFATWS bc Bucky with personality was good inspiration. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy. Love you all!❤️❤️

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Masterlist

A couple weeks later you find yourself moving around your place, picking up dishes here, wiping off a surface there, moving to the music of your 60s Playlist that played to the lone earphone in your right ear. Louise was taking a nap in her room and has been since 4 that afternoon. It was now 6 pm. Were you gonna regret it later when all she’ll want to do is play or watch a movie or dance to music at 11 pm? Possibly. But right now all you know is that the house was quiet, everyone you know and love are safe, and tomorrow was one of the few Saturdays you had off and all you were planning to do was watch TV in either the comfy pajamas you own or in your underwear. You still had to choose, and maybe you could just have Peter watch Lou. If so you should text him now. Your thoughts began to drift, wondering if May would be there to help Peter, wondering if you could plan some sort of day out with her and Imani soon, but the thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when you hear a knock at the door. You quickly move over to look out the peephole, swiftly pulling back to open the door when you see that it’s Bucky.

“Hey, how are you doing today?” Bucky chuckles as you jump into his arms, squeezing his neck in a tight hug. “Woah there, we just talked last night.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t had affectionate contact, or any physical contact for that matter, from the man that I love for 3 weeks. I’m touch starved, you can’t blame me.” You speak into his neck, taking hefty sniffs of the cologne you love so much and rubbing your face on his few day old stubble. Bucky continues to hold onto your clinging body as he takes a few steps inside your place to close the door.

“Fine, I guess. Where’s Louise?” Bucky sets you down and lightly pulls at a few coils that stuck out of your pulled back puff as you continue to rub at the stubble that adorned his face and study his tired eyes. He always looked tired, even if he had a full night’s sleep.

“Taking a nap.” He cocks an eyebrow at your word with unsaid concern. “I know she’ll be up all night, but I’ve gotten so much done.” You whine, gesturing to the kitchen. That doesn’t stop Bucky from looking around the entrance and the living room, which is currently slightly cluttered with Lou’s toys and coloring apparatuses. “I know, I’m not working as fast as I should be, I may have taken a couple short naps here and there.” Bucky just sighs and gives you a lingering peck on the forehead before moving around you to start picking up toys.

“What are you doing for dinner?” Bucky stands and turns to look at you, stretching and groaning as he does.

“I ordered pizza.” You smile, rubbing his jaw as you head back to the kitchen.

Right as Bucky closed the door after accepting the pizza from the delivery person, almost as if it was staged, a small voice came from the door of Lou’s room.

“Do we get pi- BUCKY!” The little girl with her hair still askew, sprints to Bucky and clings onto his right leg.

“Woah there, Puff. Let me set this down first.” You watch through the pass-through from the kitchen as Bucky limps over to the living room table. “What is it with you and your mom and clinging to me today.” A squealing giggle is earned from his comment before he finally sets the pizza down, swiftly picking up Lou in return and swinging her around.

“Is Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam coming, too?” Lou runs her little hands through Bucky’s hair as Bucky’s eyes met yours before he made a choice decision.

“Uh, no. I thought it could just be you, me and your mom.” Lou’s hands stop what they’re doing and Bucky watches as tears well up in her eyes. The next moment consisted of a hard toddler yank to Bucky’s hair, that had you running in to pull her off of him and setting her on the ground.

“What in the world, was that?” Your voice was stern, but it wasn’t a yell, and it definitely held your four year old’s attention.

“I want to see Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve.” Lou inexpertly crosses her arms and scrunches her face. The attitude doesn’t go fully unchecked when you change your stance to match hers, shifting your weight to one side and crossing your arms, but instead your face sported a cocked eyebrow.

“Fix your tone, little girl.” Silence rests between the two of you, with Bucky standing off to the side, not knowing what to do. “Now,” you squat down at first to meet your daughter’s eyeline, but when your knees begin to fail on you, you go for a straight kneel before you continue. “I know you like when Steve and Sam come around. They are a lot of fun aren’t they?” Your question receives a small head nod which allows you to continue. “Your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam love you very much, but they can’t always be here. I will see if they can come over soon, but you cannot do this again. When you want something, you ask nicely, and if you can’t have what you want right now, what you just did is a no-no. Now apologize to Bucky for pulling his hair.”

“Sorry Bucky.” Lou’s voice trembles as she walks over to Bucky. He picks her up onto his hip and hugs her close after using his unoccupied hand to help you up off the ground.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m fine.” Bucky’s calm voice soothes her before the crying even starts.

“Hey, let me take her. Can you go get some plates?” Bucky nods and hands Louise off, but fluffs her hair once before he goes to get the plates. “I love you, babygirl. So much.” You bring her close to kiss and take a whiff of her scent that honestly hasn’t changed since she was born. “You want some pizza?” Lou nods lightly so you set her down on the couch and head back the kitchen to get everyone something to drink, right as Bucky comes back with the plates. “Show Bucky what piece you want.”

A couple hours later, two empty pizza boxes laid empty on the table and a tired four year old layed asleep with her head on Bucky’s thigh and her feet occasionally kicking you. “Thirteen hours of labor and this is the thanks I get.” You grumble under your breath after receiving one last kick before standing up to clean the dinner dishes. You take one last look at Bucky and his loving gaze on your daughter before heading back to the kitchen. As you put the cups in the sink you laugh at the devious thankfulness you have for your daughter’s temper tantrum and crying earlier because that never fails to knock her out and hopefully her circadian rhythm will take over.

“I’m gonna go put her down.” You jump out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky’s voice behind you at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just, in my head.” You shake the water off your hands and turn around. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead and put her down, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Uh, do you want me to wrap her hair?” He gently adjusts her on his hip, freezing when she shifted in her sleep.

“Nah, not necessary. It might wake her up, and I don’t want her to wake up. I might regret this choice later but right now, I don’t care.” You finish your spiel with your lightly bubble covered hand against the counter behind you. Bucky just slowly nods and heads back to your daughter’s bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in your room, quietly making out with your boyfriend. He sat on the foot of your bed, hands gripping your ass as your tongues fervently danced together. Once the moment to come up for air came, you took that opportunity to push Bucky back onto the bed, and then sent a welcomed attack on his lips that had him pulling you closer than what would be considered humanly possible. After some time, his lips moved down to your neck, the scratch of his facial hair sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Ah, James…” The words quietly drip from your mouth, and the vibration from his chuckled response causes you to moan quietly.

“Oh, it’s James now. Okay.” His right hand begin to trail up and down your torso, gently lifting your shirt until its finally up over your head. He flips the two of you over and sits back on his heels to get a look at you. “Say my name again. Please.” His voice is deep, sultry, and you watch as he slowly gets up from the bed and move to the foot of the bed, lightly griping your leggings.

“James.” Your words start Bucky’s removal of you pants, hooded eyes keeping your gaze on his, but after a few seconds the removal stops.

“Again.” You do as told and he continues, slowly pulling at leggings with help from you shimmying. This repeating continued until your pants are finally off, but a small detail that Bucky didn’t pay attention to was how your words began to slur together and fade off, and how your shimmies became less vigorous, so by the time Bucky had removed his own shirt and pants, all he saw when he looked up was you asleep, head fallen to the side and a small amount of drool already escaping from your mouth. “She did seem pretty tired.” Bucky goes into the top right drawer of dresser to get one of your big night shirts then reaching into the adjacent drawer filled with his own items that he brings over whenever he stays the night for a pair of pajama pants. He pulls on your night shirt for you and tries his best to tie on your scarf before finally climbing into bed next to you, pulling you into his body before finally falling asleep.

Lou’s little feet pad along the wooden floor, first to your side of the bed to attempt to wake you up, but when the effort led to a fruitless reward, she moves over to where Bucky was laying.

"Bucky.” Lou begins to shake at his back which was currently facing her direction, and once she sees him stir slightly she continues. “Bucky, wake up Bucky.” She climbs into the bed and sits on her tucked under legs and starts to play with his hair again. He got a rather drastic hair cut a week ago, and she’s just been trying to familiarize herself with the style. The light touch of her fingers and the sing-songy way say repeated his name eventually had him awake enough to flip over and look at her.

“What’s up, Puff?” He wraps an arm around her as she pushes the Rouge hairs on his forehead out of his face.

“I’m hungry.” Her focus still on Bucky’s forehead.

“What time is it?” Bucky tries his hardest to stall fully getting out of bed, but deep down he knew it was a frivolous effort.

“Time for breakfast.” She now begins to lightly tap out a beat on Bucky’s head, so he answers quickly to get it to stop.

“Okay, okay. Go turn on something for us to watch. I’ll be out there in a second.” The child immediately leaped of the bed and ran to the living room, giving Bucky room to look at his phone on his night stand for the time. 6:00 am. He slowly makes his way out of the bed, pulling on his shirt that was still sprawled out on the floor and heads out to the kitchen to start breakfast, but not before giving you a light peck on the forehead.

Your internal alarm clock had you stretching and reaching for your phone at 8:45 am. It just so happened that as you scrolled through your notifications, eyeing texts from Imani and Sherry about their dates with Steve and Sam respectively, you nose catches a whiff a heavenly smelling breakfast, and the equally heavenly sound of both Louise’s and Bucky’s laughter from outside your bedroom door. So after going through and responding to said texts, you get up and pull some shorts on under your nightshirt and head out to the kitchen.

“Hi, mommy! Me and Bucky are making breakfast.” Lou’s little head pops out from around Bucky’s torso. “He let me pour the waffle dough.”

“It’s called batter, Puff.” Bucky turns his head to smile at you. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You walk over and lightly kiss his lips then look over his shoulder to see the waffle iron closed and steaming. “Be careful, baby.” You feel your child’s, now daunting, curls, and watch them bounce as she nods to display that she was listening.

“Hey, we should go on a date tonight.” You blink from behind the refrigerator door, watching as Bucky unknowingly lifts Lou off of the step stool and moves the waffle iron next to the sink but back toward the backsplash.

“Uh… okay. Where did this come from?” You grab orange juice from the fridge and close the door, reaching in the upper cabinets to grab cups.

“It would be a redo of our first date.” You totally forgot the night was cut short due to Louise being sick. The part of the date that had occurred was nice, and having him there to help you was also great, but it did suck that a whole portion of the night had to be cut.

“Oh yeah. Well, uhh, if you have something in mind, I just have to see if I can get someone to babysit at such short notice.” You finally sit down at the table with your plate filled with a waffle, a couple pieces of bacon and some eggs.

“Well, I can tell you that Imani and your other friend, uh-ah-Sherry, yeah, they won’t be available.” You look up from scrolling through you phone with a playfully cocked eyebrow.

“And you know this how?” You take a bite of waffle, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“Well, Sam is still trying to woo Sherry, and apparently,” He raises his hands in defense before continuing. “Apparently, Imani has been keeping Steve very busy.” You nearly choke on the waffle your were chewing on trying to stifle your laugh, but the noise and the subject at hand earned your daughters attention from the living room.

“Do I get to see Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam today?!” Her question came out as an excited squealing as she whipped her head back to look at you two.

“Uh, no, babygirl. Not today, but you might be able to hang out with Peter. How does that sound?” You watch as a bright smile spreads across your daughters face and her curls begin to bounce as she hops up from her spot at the coffee table.

“Peter! Yay Peter! My boyfriend!” You and Bucky both stop and look at each other, stifling your laughs.

“You like Peter, huh?” You finish your text asking Peter of he’s free to babysit tonight, and take another bite of waffle.

“Yeah, he’s my bestfriend!” You nod, still holding in a chuckle as Louise smiles brightly.

At that moment you receive a text back from Peter:

Peter Parker (Babysitter):

I would love to watch Louise tonight! I just have some homework to do that I can do while I watch her. But is it ok if I come over there to watch her? May has a date tonight.

Perfect, now you don’t have to take Lou there then come back and you can just leave from your place instead. You answered Peter confirming plans and then look back up at Bucky. "Wait, where exactly are we going? I haven’t seen you make any reservations recently.” You finally place your phone down to finish your breakfast.

“We won’t need them.” He just give you a toothy grin as he gets up from his seat to clean up his spot. Then you watch him with your signature cocked eyebrow as he comes around to give you a kiss on your scarved hair. “Always so skeptical.”

“Fine then Mr. ‘I Got This’, what should I wear to this date that you got all planned out?” You get up from your spot to clean your dishes and Bucky heads to the living room to say bye to Louise. He thinks for a second before answering.

“Remember the outfit you wore when we took Louise to the giant Toys R Us? The outfit with the cardigan and the jeans?” You nod from your spot as you continue cleaning dishes. “Something like that, kinda casual.”

“Well, thank you for being so specific.” He nods and finally gets to Louise, whose focus was being held by Saturday morning cartoons, in this case it was Looney Toons.

“Hey, Puff. I’m heading out but I’ll be back tonight to take your Mommy out, okay?” He picks her up so she could be at eyeline with him.

“Okay. Where are you taking her?” Lou’s hands wander back to Bucky’s hair, the little hands rubbing at the short hair bringing Bucky a sort of peace.

“It’s a surprise. But I’ll tell you all about it right after, promise.” Lou nods at Bucky’s words then gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, that being Bucky’s cue to set her back down. “Alright, I’ll be back to pick you up around 7, alright?” Bucky’s keys jingle as he pulls his shoes back on.

“Okie dokie, love you.” You speak to him from the sink thought the pass through.

“Love you too. Both of you.” And with these words he leaves, leaving a hopeful feeling for tonight’s festivities.

It was now 6:30, and you were still stationed in the bathroom, a bit past starting your make up.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can Louise have some ice cream? She keeps asking and I just wanted to check.” Peter pops his head into the bathroom. “You look very nice by the way.”

“Thank you, Peter. Um, has she eaten all of her dinner yet?” You go back to dusting some shimmery maroon eyeshadow along your eyelid.

“Well, it looks like it, but I have an odd suspicion that she hid her broccoli.” Peter responds, still only having his head poked into the bathroom, holding onto the door frame.

“She would do that.” You sigh, giving your eyes and hand a break. “Lightly grill her to make sure she did eat her broccoli. If she did actually eat her broccoli, then yeah she can have ice cream. 2 scoops.”

“And if she didn’t eat the broccoli?” Peter’s face contorted to a questioning expression.

“Hold out on he a bit. She’ll crack and eat the vegetables. Then you can give her some. Have you had anything to eat? Dinner or anything?” You go back to swiping on eyeshadow, now a deeper brown color.

“I got a small pack of powdered donuts before I got here, but I really haven’t had anything since lunch.” You stop again watch look at him, chuckling as he begins to cower under your gaze.

“Peter, go eat some food. Fridge is open to you, okay? I don’t want you starving while you’re over here.” You take glances back at him using the mirror, smirking at the smile growing on his face.

“Okay, I will. Thank you Ms. Y/L/N.” Peter’s head finally disappears from the door frame and you hear the boy questioning your four year old, knowing either way he will most likely just give her ice cream.

Eventually 6:30 became 6:55 and you found yourself fixing little bits of your appearance in your full length mirror, checking out your outfit, which comprised of a dark brown cardigan, a basic flowy white t-shirt, leggings and black calf high boots. “This is gonna have to be casual enough.” Just as you speak to yourself in the mirror, you faintly here the knock at the door and Peter letting Bucky in.

“Hey, Peter. Thanks for watching Louise tonight.” Bucky keeps his attention on Peter as he limps over to the couch with a squealing four year old clung to his leg.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I love watching her.” They both look towards your room when you ask for a couple more minutes then go back to their conversation. “Um, I actually have a question for you, if you don’t mind?”

“Kid, I am not helping you with your history homework again. Don’t you have the inter-” Bucky begins to rant before being cutoff by a now more nervous Peter.

“No, I actually was wondering if you could help me with this girl at school. You know getting her to notice me.” Bucky just cocks a curious eyebrow at him and he continues. “Well, when you and Ms. Y/L/N started dating you weren’t t-the most approachable, ya know,”

“Thin ice, kid.” Bucky has now put some of his attention into helping Louise color a page in her coloring book.

“S-sorry, it’s just, I was wondering, well, hoping you had some pointers to help me talk to her.” Bucky hadn’t noticed until now that Peter has moved to the other end of the couch which wasn’t far from where he sat but the increased distance was noticeable, so be took a breath and gave his advice.

“Don’t overthink it, and stay relaxed. That’s really all the advice I can give because Louise is the only reason I got the opportunity to talk to Y/N. So, yeah…” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow when he sees Peter frantically typing into his phone, about to ask what it was, that was until you exclaim your emergence from your room.

“Ta-da! This casual enough?” You hold out your arms and quickly step to turned around, displaying not only your outfit, but your dangly “diamond” earrings, and your hair, currently in its natural form but done up a bit.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Bucky walks over to you with his arms open and give you a light kiss while gently pulling you towards him by your upper arms. While he was coming towards you, you got a glance of his outfit, dark jeans, burgundy quarter sleeve henley, and leather jacket, a common combination for him that he wore so we’ll.

“Well you look great too. Shall we get going?” You go over to the pass though to grab your purse and then the living room to give Louise one last kiss. “Be good for Peter. Love you, babydoll.”

“Yes ma'am, love you too mommy.” She grabs your face with her little hands to pull you in for another kiss, and then goes back to coloring. “Thank you again Peter. We should be back around 11:30.”

“Okay. Bye Ms. Y/L/N. Bye uh- Mr- B- uh…” Peter frantically looks back and forth between the two of you, and you just stifle a laugh and look towards Bucky.

“It’s just Bucky kid. We’ve been over this.” He leads you out the door by the small of your back. “Have fun you two.” Finally, you and Bucky were out the door and off to the mystery date location.

“So you having fun?” Bucky asks as you two sway back and forth, slow dancing to the music of an acoustic guitar being played on the stage of a small amphitheater-like area decorated for a date night event.

“Who knew eating a box of pizza in the car and then slow dancing in Central Park would be so romantic.?” You lift your head from Bucky’s chest to scan his face, admiring how soft he looks in the light glow of the twinkle lights above. “I like your hair like this.” You run your finger up and though his short hair, scratching his scalp and eliciting a deep groan from him.

“You did that on purpose.” A mischievous grin grows on his face as his grip tightens slightly around your waist, one hand beings to slip down to grip your butt. “I will not hesitate to bring you back to the car. You owe me from last night anyway.” You playfully hit his arms, making him laugh then go to kiss your nose.

“I was tired. You can’t blame me, blame my severely messed up circadian rhythm.” You giggle your last few words due to the tickle of Bucky’s stubble on your neck as he begins to sprinkle kisses up and down.

“You smell good. You always smell good.” His kissed being to move along your jaw.

“You have never smelled me after a 12 hour shift, huh?” Bucky’s lips finally reach yours, starting with light pecks and ending with deep passionate kisses boarding on inappropriate frenching.

“Woah there, I’m sure you could take this party somewhere more private. Thinking about it, you weren’t one to be very modest were you?” That voice. You know that voice. You hate that voice. No, it can’t be.

“Trevor.” Is all you say, not looking to the man standing a few feet from you and Bucky, seeming to be with someone.

“You know this guy?” You can tell by his voice that Bucky was on edge, hugging you close to him and turning you away.

“Unfortunately. Bucky, this is my uh- ex-husband.”

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1940s!Bucky x Reader

Status:COMPLETE

Bucky was your world and you were his, but that was before he was ripped away by Hydra, he promised he’d always come back to you, despite all odds and more importantly time, will he keep that promise?

1. 1942
2. 1942 x2
3. 2023
4. 1950

Giving Up - Pt.5 | Sneak Peak

“I am standing right here” Your voice no longer warranting the force it had just moments ago, but instead it was cracking at the seams “I am right here” your chest was rising and falling rapidly “I was hurting” a sharp inhale “i am hurting and i’ve always been here” a shaky exhale “I’ve always been here for all of you. I’m here now and you’re all here but no one is ever really there”

• Part One
• Part Two
• Part Three
• Part Four

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