Won’t Stop

    You are the newest recruit for the Avengers. Your room is right next to the Winter Soldier, and since being here you are awaken by the sound of Bucky restless after his nightmares. One night you decide to go in to check if he’s okay, and your relationship transforms in a way you never thought possible.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

SLEEPOVER LIST PART 5 : THE KNIGHT

(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)

to remind of the rules :

you chose one possibility out of all five, ending with three elements then you send it to me and i write you a full fic on whatever you sent :)

THE SEBASTIAN STAN’S :

• bucky barnes
• carter baizen
• nick fowler
• mickey from monday
• frank from ending beginnings

THE AU’S :

• secret service!au
• witch!au
• mafia!au
• demon!au
• rocker!au

THE TROPES :

• different worlds
• spontaneous vs serious
• too dumb to be left alone
• kidnapped
• sworn off relationship

Break Up Just to Make Up (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One Shot)

Song Inspiration: Make Up Sex by MGK (requested by @misswimberly

Warnings: just angst and a little fluff at the end, mentions of a breakup and relationship issues

Bucky hesitated at the front door to the apartment he shared with you. With his keys in his hand, he waited for any sign of life from inside as his mind reflected on the last words he had said to you.

“Fine then! Leave! See if I care!”

The words still caused a pit in his stomach as he thought about them while on his mission with Sam the last few days. Part of him wondered if you had taken his words to heart and really did leave after he stormed out. Another part of him felt relief at the thought, even if it did break his heart to be without you. Over the last few weeks, it seemed like all the two of you did was scream and fight until someone caved and initiated mind-blowing makeup sex. Things would be good for a day or two until something else kicked things off all over again.

No longer able to put it off any longer, he placed his key in the lock and slowly stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the absolute silence that filled the space. The air around him still held the tension that hung when he had left days ago. Neither of you reached out to each other in that span of time.

No phone calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

Stepping into the kitchen first, he grabbed a drink from the fridge and that was when he noticed the first change. Your vitamin container that remained by the coffee pot as a daily reminder was no longer there. Leaning back to glance at the entry way once more, he made note of not only the absence of your purse on the small table, but also your phone charger as well. He could have easily dismissed it somehow, but the empty spaces on the wall above it where the photos of you and your nieces had hung told him everything he needed to know.

“Way to go, Barnes. You get one good thing in your life, and you ruin that too.”

After chugging the bottle of water in his hand, he picked up his duffle and made his way through the rest of the apartment. The missing items through out your shared space seemed to scream at him as he was flooded with the absence of the woman he loved. As he rounded the end of the hallway, he glanced into the bathroom and made note of the missing beauty products that always cluttered the counter. It was something that used to bother him, but now it just felt lonely.

Not paying attention to where he was going since he assumed he was alone, Bucky hadn’t expected to walk directly into another person. Reaching out to catch your arm as you stumbled back into the bedroom, he stared at you in disbelief for a moment until you pulled away.

“I uh… I forgot my uniforms for work. I’ll come back for the rest of my things this weekend when my sister has a sitter for the kids.”

As you stepped around him to head for the front door with an armful of clothes, he found himself reaching out for your arm again. Even though you stopped, you didn’t turn back towards him. With your back to him, he saw the subtle shake of your shoulders as you started to cry and take a few unsteady breaths.

“Don’t go. Please.”

Your arm broke free from his grip as you reached up to wipe your tears with the back of your hand. The emotion in your voice broke his heart as your words were barely above a whisper.

“You made it clear that you wanted me gone, Buck. I’m simply honoring your wishes.”

“I didn’t mean it, doll. Can we talk? Please? We can still fix this.”

Bucky watched as you turned around to finally face him with a confused and slightly angry expression on your face.

“Can we though? All we do is fight, Bucky. It’s obvious that neither of us are happy anymore. You’re always off saving the world and even when you arehere, your mind is somewhere else. Hell, between me working nights and your constant missions, we barely even see each other. When we actually are together, it’s only spent fighting or making up just to do it all over again. I’m exhausted, Buck. I can’t keep going like this and after the things you said to me before you left yet again, it’s quite apparent that you can’t do this either. Ever since I turned down the job with S.H.I.E.L.D., you’ve been someone I don’t even know anymore.”

He ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed. As much as he didn’t want to talk about the interview you had walked out on last month, he knew that things went downhill just after that.

“I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around lately, angel, and I’m sorry. I’m sick of fighting too. I just want to go back to the way things used to be between us. I know we may have moved fast, but everything was so perfect! I don’t know what changed, but I do love you and want to be with you. I don’t want to lose you.”

Even with your arms full, you still appeared to have your arms crossed over your chest with a look he was extremely familiar with after nearly a year together. Bucky knew the next words out of your mouth were going to have some bite to them.

“I’m not sure if I believe you anymore, James… If you really loved me and wanted to be with me, then why are you so ashamed of me?”

“Ashamed of you? What the hell makes you think I’m ashamed of you?”

No longer comfortable standing in the hall with an armful of clothes, you made your way into the living room and dropped the uniforms and your purse down on the couch. If the two of you were going to have one last fight, you were going to get the answers you needed, no matter how much they hurt.

“You lied to them, Barnes! If you weren’t ashamed of me, then why would you lie about how we met? The chick that checked me in for my interview asked me if Sam was the friend that set us up. You told them we met on a blind date?! That’s not exactly how I remember it! I seem to recall you coming into the bar and watching me dance while you drank until nearly closing most nights until I finally agreed to give you the time of day.”

Bucky rolled his eyes before he could stop himself, knowing it was going to do nothing to calm you down. Just before you laid into him for it, he held up his hand to stop you.

“So I told them we met on a blind date! I barely know those people. I don’t want them to know about my personal life.”

“Then why mention that we were together at all, Barnes?”

“To make sure you got the interview!”

By the look on your face, he knew that was the wrong answer. Bucky stood in the middle of the room and watched as you slowly sat down on the couch in front of him and held your head in your hands. When you finally looked at him, the anger had faded into a deep hurt that he wasn’t expecting.

“Wow… of all the people in my life, Buck, you were the last one I expected to judge me. I’m sure the fact that I’m a semester away from graduating at the top of my class is enough to get me an interview with any company I choose. So, I put myself through school while dancing in a cage at a night club while picking up extra shifts to tend bar. Big deal. I didn’t think that mattered enough for you to remove it from my job history on the application. I’m starting to think it’s less about me getting the job and more about you looking down on me for how I pay for my tuition without going into debt to do it.”

Neither of you said anything as the silence filled the space between the two of you. Bucky didn’t have anything to say in that moment. Seeing it from your perspective made it impossible to believe that he had your best interests in mind when he did what he did. The second he had altered the file, he knew it was wrong, but he had thought he was doing it for you. Walking over towards you, he knelt down in the floor in front of you before you finally looked up at him. After taking your hands into his, he kissed both of them before looking up at you again.

“You’re right, doll. What I did was over the line and I’m sorry I did it. I never wanted them to judge your history without knowing the real you first, but instead I ended up being the close minded one. I’ve never been ashamed of who you are or how we met. I think you are one of the strongest people I know because of how independent you are. I guess sometimes, I worry that you are so independent that you don’t need me either. I see now that I may have been projecting those worries onto your decision to cancel the interview. Maybe instead of acknowledging how strong you are, I’ve been trying to prove that I don’t need you either. That is the furthest thing from the truth, sweetheart. Coming home today and seeing your things missing and knowing that you finally left me hurt worse than I thought possible.”

Bucky sighed as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his instead of pulling away from him.

“I do need you, Buck. More than I could ever tell you. I guess I’ve been on my own for so long that I forget that I’m not alone anymore.”

Testing the waters, he squeezed your hands and kissed them once more.

“Can you forgive me, angel? Will you please stay and let me try to make it up to you?”

“Only if that’s what you really want, Bucky. If so, no more pushing me to leave and no more overstepping when it comes to my career.”

Leaning forward to press his lips to yours, he smiled back at you before pulling you to his chest.

“Deal… now what do you say we go back to the bedroom and make up one more time?”

The smile on your face was all he needed to see as he quickly stood and threw you over his shoulder to carry you back to your shared bedroom with you laughing the entire way there.

Bucky Barnes - Hung The Moon For You

*spoilers* Zemo didn’t escape here lol :)

It had been a testing day. All the days lately seemed that way. John Walker had killed a man, taken the serum and Bucky had discovered that his arm could be removed. That fact had hit him hard, harder than I thought, and he had lashed out at me only a few minutes ago. I’m sure everyone in the townhouse heard, maybe even the neighbours.

So now I sat alone in the dark, in the plush living room thinking how my life had changed so much in the course of a month. I wanted to roll my eyes when I saw Zemo stroll in.

“Rough night?” He joked.

“Shut up,” I grumbled back.

He went to the kitchen. “My wife and I used to fight all the time,” there was a dip in his voice.

He came back with two glasses of wine in his hands. Warily, I took one from him. “What did you guys fight about?” I asked.

Zemo shrugged. “Things that seem silly now,”

“I didn’t know it would be this hard,” I whispered after a beat of silence.

Zemo softly chuckled. “You’re boyfriend is the Winter Soldier, it was always going to be hard.”

I wanted to slap him, but instead I sipped my wine and prayed he’d leave me alone. Instead, Zemo settled further down into the sofa. I wanted to ask him more about his family before The Avengers came, what his life was like. But I didn’t want to create a falsehood of friendship with him. We certainly weren’t that.

“You know,” Zemo said. “Life would get easier if you walked away,”

I scoffed. “Stop it,”

“I’m being serious,” he said. “You wouldn’t have to run around the world chasing after him, you wouldn’t have to worry, you could be normal,”

Slowly I looked over at him. “But…” I trailed off.

“You do so much for him,” Zemo said. “And what does he do? Yells at you, treats you like nothing,”

“He doesn’t mean to,” I meekly said.

“Doesn’t he?” Zemo asked. “He’s a Super Soldier, violence is wired into them, it’s only a matter of time before he reallysnaps,”

I suddenly stood, placing down my wine and pacing. “Shut up!” I yelled.

“You know it, I know you do, you can’t be that stupid,” he casually said.

“Bucky is a good man and would never hurt me,” I said.

Zemo only smirked over the rim of the glass. “Y/N, he already has.”

I pinched my eyes shut and rubbed my temples. “You don’t know him,”

“I know him better than you,”

“No you don’t!” I yelled. “You know the Winter Soldier, they are two very different people,”

Zemo chuckled. “Can you not see? They are the same,”

“Would the Winter Soldier buy me flowers?” I snapped. “Would he rub my shoulders after work, clean the apartment when he’s bored, hold me so close at night I think he’d suffocate me?” I ranted. “Would the Winter Soldier tell me stupid jokes when I’m sad, would he make dinner when I’m tired, care for me when I’m sick?”

Zemo went to speak. “Y/N-“

“No he wouldn’t,” I interrupted. “But Bucky does. You know the cold hearted killing machine, I know that sweet and caring man,”

Zemo stared at me for a moment. “You talk like he hung the moon for you,”

“Maybe he did, god knows he’d try,” I huffed back.

Zemo stood and nodded behind me, a smile coming over his face before turning on his heels and walking away. It was comical really, turning around to see Bucky stood in the archway. His eyebrows were knitted together, arms hanging by his side.

There was a long pause. “You really think those things about me?” Bucky finally whispered.

“I think the world of you,”

Bucky Barnes - I Trust You

“Bucky,” I sighed as I ran into his arms.

He seemed shocked that I was with him, furrowing his brows but catching my body in his. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and squeezed, his hands holding my hips close.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” I smiled as I cupped his cheeks.

Bucky seemed to catch up with himself and hastily pressed a kiss to my lips. Sharon cooed whilst Sam groaned and turned around. I pulled back as a blush crept up my neck.

“Not even five minutes,” Sam muttered as I walked towards him with my arms stretched wide.

“Jealous Sammy?” I winked as I hugged him.

“Who’s gonna introduce me to the lovely girlfriend?” I tensed as I heard a familiar voice.

Turning around slowly my blood ran cold as my eyes narrowed. “You,”

Bucky quickly held me back as I went to launch myself at Zemo. “You’re feisty for a historian,” he teased.

“Youused me to get to Bucky,” I snarled. “I have a mind to teach you a few things,”

“We’re working with him,” Bucky said into my ear.

“What?” I snapped, looking up at him.

“He knows things no one else does,” Bucky said again. “He’s fine.”

I shrugged Bucky off and glared at them. “You’re all morons,”

“Come on, let’s get ready for the party,” Sharon tugged me around the room as I continued to stare them all down.

Two bottles of wine, a dress far too tight and a large amount of make up later, Sharon was slipping on her heals and listening to me rant.

“I mean, he literally murdered someone to get to Buck, and they’re pretending that never happened?” I finished my wine. “Men, fucking idiots,”

The base had long started booming through the grand apartment. “Come on, drink your troubles away on the dance floor.”

I didn’t see Bucky or Sam for a while, Sharon and I closely dancing with each other. We howled with laughter as she span me around and tugged me back into her. Our noses bumped as I watched as a drop of sweat trickled down her forehead to her cheek.

Sharons eyes flicked behind us. “Someone’s watching,”

I turned my head to see Bucky standing still with body’s moving around him, his eyes trailing over me before flicking to look at my face. The alcohol had eased my anger towards his stupid actions, however, I wasn’t so easy as to forgive him entirely.

Sharon pushed me towards him, Bucky catching me as I stumbled into his arms. I lazily slung my arms over his shoulders and toyed with his hair.

“How much have you had to drink?” Bucky’s low voice said into my ear.

I giggled. “Enough for two,”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. “Are you still angry with me?”

His hands went to my hips and pulled me close, head going to the crook of my neck. “Maybe another drink and I won’t be,”

He scoffed against my skin, kissing the hot skin. “I know what I’m doing,”

My hand wound into his hair and tugged him back, his eyes casting down to mine. “I trust you,” I hummed.

Bucky’s fingers laced with mine as he quickly tugged me through the moving crowd. I stumbled on my heels, trying to pull him back but Bucky simply surged forward. He led me down a quiet hallway, trying doors that were locked until one near the end opened.

The office looked unused and barren. A smart desk, bookshelves lining the walls and a small seating area near the front of the room. Before I could asked what Bucky was doing, he locked the door and pressed me against it.

“Say it again,” he asked as he nipped at my exposed shoulder, moving to suck on my neck.

I furrowed my brows and bit back a moan. “Say what again?”

“What you said on the dance floor,” his hand came up to squeeze my breast.

I gasped as he easily found my nipple through the thin fabric and harshly tugged, rolling it between his thumb and finger.

“I-I can’t remember what I said,” I confessed as I bucked my hips against his.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead mine. “You said you trusted me,”

The tension slowed. “Of course I do,” I whispered.

“Say it,”

“I trust you,”

“Say it again,” he picked my up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me against the door.

“I trust you with everything I have, Bucky.” I cooed into his ear.

He groaned into my neck and rutted his hips against mine, the dress riding up and exposing my bare thighs. His hands slid down to cup my behind, squeezing the flesh tightly which enticed another gasp from my lips.

“Please baby,” he strained. “Haven’t felt you for so long,”

I whined. “Yes,”

I slid down his body, our height difference still distinct, even with the heels on. He spun me around, back to front, trapping my body to the door with his.

“Gonna be quick Doll,” he pulled himself out of his tight jeans. “Can’t have Sharon knowing I’m fucking you in her office,”

I moaned and tilted me head back, gazing up at Bucky. “Please, give me your cock,”

His eyes rolled back as he eased into me, a moan leaving my lips as he filled me. “So fucking tight,” he swore as he bottomed out. “God I missed you,”

I giggled. “I missed you too,”

His hips drew back slowly and eased forward again, hands holding my hips tightly. “Touched myself thinking of you,” he confessed breathlessly.

“Really?” I squeaked as his hips snapped roughly.

“Thought of you beneath me,” Bucky said. “Looking so fucked out as you always do,”

“You’re so good,” I whined.

“Yeah?” I could feel his ego swelling. “My cock the best you ever had?”

“Yes!” His hand stooped down and found my clit, rubbing tight circles into my bundle of nerves.

“Know it is,” he said. “Fucking know ‘cos you’re such a little slut for it,”

“I-I like that you touched yourself t-thinking of me,” I hiccuped as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“Yeah?” He teased. “Stroked my cock loads honey, just imaging my hand was this tight little pussy. Nothing - fuck - nothing feels as good as you, like you were made to take my cock,”

“Bucky!”

“Like that thought? That you were born just to give me pleasure, someone to shove my cock into?” He was cocky and loving the dominance he rarely found in real life.

My stomach began to tighten as I felt my release creeping up on me. “I’m gonna…Buck, please-“

“Cum baby,” he ordered, fingers increasing their speed. “Haven’t felt you cum in so long,”

I threw my head back and cried out loudly. My legs shook and gave way, Bucky holding me up. I saw stars as he sunk his teeth into my neck and groaned, cumming inside me quickly. With a few more ruts of his hips, Bucky slowed as fell into me against the door.

“Fuck,” I sighed.

“I know,” I giggled and gasped again as he pulled himself out. Bucky stopped to look at his work, squeezing my hips. “Still a sight to hold,”

He pulled down my skirt and turned me around. “I meant it though, I do miss you when you’re gone,”

His thumb ran over my cheek. “This one last job, and I’ll be back.” He reassured me.

My gut twisted and I knew it was a lie. But I simply leant up and kissed him, unlocking the door and leading him back to the party.

Bucky Barnes - Nice Girl

I nervously waited outside the police station, looking down at my phone constantly in case he called. Arrested because he missed his therapy, I could almost laugh at the simplicity of it. Not for hurting someone, not for running away, but simply because he was late.

John Walker waltzed out of the door and down the steps, walking past me before stopping and turning to look.

“Y/N, right?”

I’d been made to swear to Bucky I’d never speak to him, but I couldn’t be so awkward as to blank him. “Yep,”

He chuckled a little at my short response, moving to stand in front of me. “John,” he stuck out his hand but I folded my arms. “Bucky told you not to talk to me, huh?”

“No,” I lied. “I just don’t appreciate you talking down to Sam and Bucky.”

“When did I talk down to them?” He asked with a cocky smirk.

“What was it? Wingmen?” I said. “They are both hero’s in their own right, Steve had very little to do with that,”

“Oh honey,” he hummed. “I really don’t think your boyfriend is a hero.”

I could tell him. I could tell him what Bucky did during World War II, how he helped in Wakanda and how he’s bettering himself today. But the thing is with men like John is that they really don’t care to listen.

“John,” I sighed. “I would love to tell you everything Bucky has done, the sacrifices he’s made, but men like you will only ever hear what they want to.”

He simply smirked down at me. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,”

Before I could say another word Sam and Bucky were walking towards us. “Doll,” Bucky sceptically said as he tugged me away from John.

“She’s a real nice girl,” John said. “Seems good for you.”

Bucky Barnes - Drabble

Gif cred @mcavoys

“He fucking gave it up,” I jumped as Bucky stormed into the kitchen, voice booming and practically shaking the windows.

“What?” I frowned, drying my hands.

“Sam,” Buck began to pace. “He gave up the shield and now they have this clown parading around as Captain America,”

“What are you talking about?” I was quickly led into the living room where the TV was playing a news segment called: The New Cap?

“He’s a coward.” Bucky grumbled as he crossed his arms.

I sighed. “He isn’t.” I mumbled back.

“What?” Bucky’s eyes widened.

“I understand why Sam did it,” I wandered back into the kitchen, Bucky hot on my heels.

“Steve chose him, not this joker.” Bucky’s anger was getting the better of him.

“Steve didn’t understand the pressure that went with the job,” I said. “It’s a very different thing creating a name and then carrying it on,”

“Steve obviously saw something in Sam that made him think he could carry it on, and Sam didn’t even try,” Bucky began to flush with anger.

“Maybe Steve was wrong,” I simply shrugged, not thinking of my statement.

There was a beat of silence. “Steve wasn’t wrong.”

“Is that so ridiculous to think?” I asked.

“Yes, it is.” Bucky’s fists clenched at his sides.

“Why?”

“Because if Steve was wrong about Sam, then Steve was wrong about me,” his voice dropped a tone, shoulders hunching.

“What?” I frowned.

“Is that so ridiculous to think?” He mocked me.

“Yes, it is.” I mocked back. “This isn’t about you Bucky, this is about Sam,”

His face contorted in anger. “That shield is as much mine as it was Sams, I was there when he got it!”

“No it isn’t,” I snapped back. “It was Steve’s and then it was Sams, it was never yours.”

I jumped as Bucky grabbed a near by glass and hurled it at the wall, the feeble thing shattering all over the floor. I looked over to Bucky, eyes wide and face pale as Bucky’s breathing heaved.

“Fuck you,” was all he uttered before storming out of the apartment.

Bucky Barnes - Old Man

“Please let me take you to lunch,” Yori begged.

“Don’t feel like you have to pay me,” I said. “I like cleaning and doing your laundry.”

Yori cocked a brow. “No one likes doing that,”

“Well I guess I’m someone then,” I winked back. Yori simply folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Fine, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, I know a place,” he smiled as he got his coat.

We walked slowly through the busy streets of Brooklyn, Yori holding onto my arm. He casually pointed at shops and told me what used to be there, who lived there and where they went. I longed to sit him down and pick his brains, but his memory was starting to fade so I simply took what I could get.

“Bucky!” My eyes snapped up as Yori exclaimed to a man walking towards us.

An easy smile graced the mans face. “Yori,” his voice was deep and velvety.

“We’re going to lunch, join.” The old man insisted.

Bucky’s eyes nervously flicked over to me. “I don’t wanna intrude,”

Yori waved him off and stepped away from me, walking considerably faster down the sidewalk than he had before. “Come! I’m nearly there!”

We both laughed and looked at each other. “I’m Y/N,” I introduced.

“Bucky,” he smiled back.

Despite the Brooklyn summer heat, he wore a thick leather jacket and gloves. His jeans were black and top navy blue. I was in a white, summery dress and I almost noted aloud how opposite we looked.

Instead, we both hurried after Yuri who was almost out of sight. The restaurant claimed to serve British Cuisine, and I chuckled a little.

“Slice of home,” Yori said to me.

“How very considerate of you,” I smiled.

“I went to the UK once,” Bucky piped up. “My pal married a girl from there.”

“Really?” I said. “What took you to my side of the pond?”

“The war-“ he stopped mid-sentence.

I furrowed my brows, he looked far too young to have taken rank in any war that would take him to the UK. “Afghanistan?” I asked.

Bucky quickly nodded. “Yeah,”

The conversation died as we found a table and sat. Yori looked at both of us with a sly smirk, trying to hide it behind his menu. Bucky and I both glanced at each other.

Suddenly, Yori slammed down his menu. “Whoops, I forgot, I’m meeting with another friend,” he began to get up.

“Wait, what?” Bucky frowned.

“Have fun on your date!” Yori waved as he hurried out the restaurant.

There was a beat of silence as Bucky and I both frowned. “I feel we’ve been set up,” I finally said.

“I feel that too.” Bucky laughed.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m getting fish and chips,”

The conversation flowed easily. Bucky said he was born in Brooklyn and noted how much the area had changed since his youth. I felt as though that was an inside joke I didn’t understand when he said it, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke. He asked what brought me here and the boring answer was work.

“What do you do?” Bucky asked as he pushed some Shepard’s Pie on his plate.

“I’m a Historian,” I smiled. “It isn’t as boring as it sounds.”

Bucky laughed. “I love history actually,”

“Any particular parts?” I leant back in my seat.

Bucky shrugged. “World Wars and onwards,” another inside joke I wasn’t part of.

“I did my thesis on American Impact during the Second World War,” I said.

Bucky leant forward. “And?”

“Steve Rogers alone was enough to help morale in the Europe,” I giggled.

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Really? The guys in Europe hated him. I remember when he-“ Bucky stopped talking.

“You’ve done that a lot,” I said after a moments silence.

“Done what?” He asked.

“Talked like you were there,” I explained. “Like there are all these inside jokes I don’t know.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” His eyes glistened.

“About Brooklyn changing, you in the UK, the World Wars,” I listed off. “Would it be too ridiculous to say you’re 100 years old?” I joked.

“106.”

“What?”

“I’m a 106.” I laughed until I saw the look of his face.

“No you aren’t,” my brain began to connect the dots. “Bucky…Buchanan…you’re James Barnes?”

His eyes cast down as he nodded. “I’ll go,”

Bucky quickly stood. “Wait! Why?” He didn’t reply as he sprinted out of the restaurant.

Without thinking I bolted after him. He was quick, half way down the street. I ran behind him, taking a long moment to catch up. Finally I caught his arm and jerked him back.

“Why are you leaving?” I panted.

“Look, you don’t have to be nice, I know that when people find out who I am they don’t usually wanna talk to me,” he grumbled.

“Are you kidding me?” I gaped. “You’re my dream!”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“You’re a comprehensive, fully functioning 106 year old!” I smiled. “Your memories alone could make a book,”

“You don’t wanna know what goes on in my head,” he darkly warned.

My lips pouted. “Of course I do,”

His eyes cast down to me. “Hey! Hey you two!” We both turned to see a frantic waiter coming towards us. “I’ll call the police if you don’t pay!”

Bucky presented his wallet and took out a wad of cash. “Sorry,” he stiffly smiled.

The waiter huffed and grabbed the cash, walking away. “Please just…” I sighed. “We don’t have to talk about memories, I enjoyed our lunch, I find you interesting,”

“Really?” He seemed taken aback.

“Really.”

His lips pursed as he momentarily closed his eyes. They opened softer than before. “I know this bakery, wanna…grab a coffee?”

I beamed up at him. “I’m paying.”

“Not a chance.”

“Old fashioned I see?” I giggled.

“It’s an old man you see.”

Bucky Barnes - Salvation

long and kinda slow-burn :)

“Stay safe you,” Matt said as I walked out of the small bookshop.

“Always try.” I smiled back as I skipped down the steps.

I scanned over the books I’d bought on my short walk home, turning the first few pages and already sinking into the stories within. The streets were quiet, sun setting as I hurried home to avoid dark.

I finally stepped foot inside my apartment and immediately went around and turned on all the lamps. I detested the dark, an old habit I found hard to break, as I swiftly checked from room to room. I did this to make sure no one was inside, but in the back of my mind I only looked for one man. Books placed on the side, I was about to sit down when a heavy knock sounded from the door.

“Bloody hell,” I muttered as I walked over. I swung open the door.

Fuck.

Slamming it shut quickly my heart raced and face paled. I could throw up, or faint, and I considered doing both. How did he know where I lived? What was he planning on doing? I bargained that I’d never go to police, and I didn’t for that matter, so why is he here?

“Y/N?” The Winter Solider said through the door.

“I-I haven’t told anyone.” I said.

“That isn’t why I’m here.” His voice was softer than I remembered, he sounded…normal.

“P-Please just go.” I begged, hand still tightly holding the doorknob.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I won’t even come into the apartment, I just need to say something.”

I peeped through the spy hole, making sure he was alone. He usually was, however, on one occasion he brought back up. That was the worst of times.

“Step away from the door.” I ordered, to which he readily complied and took two large steps back. I opened the door a crack, waiting for him to pounce. But he remained firmly planted in his spot.

Warily, I creaked the door open. He was dressed in black jeans, a navy top and a black leather jacket. His hair was cut short, his beard was growing out and he no longer donned the muzzle he used to in public. Gloves covered his hand. He looked completely normal.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, and I am no longer the Winter Solider,” he said. “Apologising to you is my way of making amends with my past.”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

He gulped. “I…I did awful things to you, and I’m sorry.”

“Is this…is this a joke?” I asked, peeping my head out a little and looking down the hallway.

He shook his head. “I’m trying to be a better person, and apologising to you is part of that. I could also, do things for you?”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“No!” He said. “No, I meant like…jobs or, I dunno…anything.”

“I’m so confused.” I whined as I rubbed my eyes. “Are you going to kill me?”

He shook his head. “No.”

His eyes looked pleadingly at me. He was alone, he looked normal and I could feel the truth drip off his words. After a long pause, I sighed deeply.

“Do you want to come in?” I stepped aside.

“If that’s okay.” He stiffly smiled and walked past me.

I shut the door and watched him. He looked around the small space, standing in the hallway. I had photos lining the walls, all of friends and family, and he took care to look at some of them.

“You can take off your coat and gloves.” He nodded and shrugged of his jacket, however, chose to leave the gloves on.

“Nice place.” He complimented.

“Thanks,” I had no clue how to act around him. He followed behind me as I led him into the kitchen, turning to face him as he lingered in the doorway. “I was going to cook some dinner.”

He nodded. “Anything special?”

I shook my head. “You could…join, we could talk.”

“That would be…nice.” He smiled.

I cooked in near silence. James took a seat at the small table by the window and watched me as I mulled around the kitchen. Chicken in, salad made, I turned to face him.

“It’ll be about half an hour.” I said as I sat opposite him.

“You’re being very kind.” He said.

“So, what is this?” I gestured between us.

He leant back. “The US Government has pardoned me, and part of that agreement is that I have to go to therapy. My Doc came up with a plan to help me…move on from my past. I have to go around and make amends with the people I hurt, or helped, and that means you.”

I nodded. “How many have you done?” I asked.

“A few,” he said. “I was…I was putting off doing you.”

I frowned. “Why?”

His eyes cast over to me as he took a shaky breath. “I…hurt you. In life changing ways, even if you forgave me, I could never forgive myself.”

I pursed my lips for a moment and didn’t speak. His eyes looked down at his lap, a sad expression coming over his face.

“I hated you,” I whispered. “I always thought in my head that if I ever got the chance, I’d kill you. But then I spent a while researching you, your past. What they did to you, how they treated you, what they made you do. And I realised, it wasn’t really you who hurt me, it was them.”

He gazed at me through his lashes. “Y/N…”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” I smiled, reaching over and taking his hand. “Water under the bridge.”

His hands flexed, squeezing mine. “Water under the bridge.” He repeated.

The gloves were soft against my hands as I peered down at them. “Can I see?”

His face grew uneasy as he shifted in his seat. “Um…yeah, sure.”

He peeled the gloves of slowly, almost waiting to me to stop him. The metal had changed. Instead of the bright silver I was used to, it instead was sleek black with gold details. He rolled his sleeve up as high as it would go, the infamous star now gone. It suited him better, I thought, complimented him more.

“It looks nice,” I smiled. “Better than the old one.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I?” He gave me a nod as I ran my ran over the cool metal.

It was really a work of art. Oddly, this one didn’t scare me. The other had felt my skin, brought me to the edge of death so many times, but this one? This one had only gently squeezed me hands.

We both jumped as the oven beeped, giggling a little as I stood and plated up our meal. We ate quietly, James complimenting my cooking one too many times. The evening drew on and soon James was shrugging on his jacket and lingering by the door.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Dinner was amazing.”

I laughed. “I’ll have to cook it again.”

His eyes glistened with happiness at the chance of us seeing each other again. “I’d like that.”

I opened the door for him. “It was nice seeing you, the realyou.”

He nodded. “I meant it you know, need a boiler fixing, walls painted, I’ll do it.”

He quickly scribbled his number in a small notebook and ripped out the page and handed it to me. “I’ll keep that in mind,”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He danced around me for a moment before enveloping me in a short, tight hug.

Weeks passed and I didn’t contact him. I thought I’d be a painful reminder of his past and thus didn’t want to keep contact with him. That was, until my sink burst and my landlord claimed it wasn’t his responsibility. I’d tried hard to fix it myself, and the local plumbers charged ridiculous rates, so I found myself texting James.

To James B -

Hi! Sorry I haven’t contacted you before, been very busy! Could I pick up the favour you owe me? My sink has burst and I’m in desperate need of a plumber. - Y/N

I didn’t expect a reply, but he text back before I’d even put my phone back on the table.

From James B -

Hey! No worries. Heading over now.

I scrambled to tidy the apartment, dreading to confess I in fact lived like a pig most days. After a frantic half an hour, a knock sounded from the door.

“You’re a life saver,” I sighed as I opened the door.

James offered a lopsided smile, shrugging his shoulders. “No worries,”

“It burst two days ago, I had a go myself but I think I made it worse.” James set his bag of tools on the counter and opened the cupboard under the sink.

“Oh yeah, I see what’s wrong,” he silently set to work, laying on his back and doing god-knows-what.

After a while I went into the living room and read my book, curling my legs underneath me and settling down. James banged about the kitchen and a swear word or two later, he popped his head around the door.

“Done.”

“So soon?” I quickly stood and bounced into the kitchen. I turned the tap and stepped back, expecting water to drown my feet, but instead it simply swirled down the drain. “It lives!”

James chuckled at my remark. “A few bolts came loose and disconnected, easy stuff really,”

“Thank you James.”

“Bucky,” he quickly said. “Call me Bucky.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” I smiled. “Want to stay for lunch?”

“Yeah,”

We chatted mindlessly as we made sandwiches, Bucky telling me about his childhood. When he was the Winter Soldier I only heard gruff orders, but he had a voice that sounded smooth and sweet. His eyes lit up when he spoke of his siblings and parents, of a life that felt like thousands of years ago.

“You got a boyfriend?” Bucky asked, fiddling with the label on his beer.

I cocked a brow. “No, you?”

“No.” Bucky said. “I’ve tried these dating websites but…feel out of my depth.”

I nodded in understanding. “I abandoned those long ago,”

“I’m glad you text me.” He said. “I’ve spent the last few weeks wondering if you would.”

“Truthfully, I thought you wouldn’t want to speak to me.” I confessed.

“Why would you think that?” He frowned.

“I’m a reminder of your past,” I explained. “I can understand that even looking at me must be hard for you.”

Bucky paused for a moment and scanned over my face. “I see you as my salvation, not my damnation.”

I smiled. “I don’t think I said it before,” I shuffled a little closer. “But I forgive you, Bucky.”

His breath hitched, arm dropping to rest behind my head. “Say it again.” He whispered.

“I forgive you.”

Our bodies were close, Bucky resting his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and waited for him to make a move, but they fluttered back open when I felt the moment slipping.

“I don’t want to push it,” he confessed.

“You aren’t.” I promised.

“I did bad things to you,” his hand stroked over my cheek.

“Then do something good.”

His lips pressed to mine. They were soft, softer than I’d thought, and he went slow and easy. I sighed into the kiss and pressed my body flush against his, my hands planting on his chest. His hand on the back of the couch slid off and looped behind me back, pressing me further into his as the other hand slid into my hair and held me close.

“Please,” he mumbled against me.

“Yes.”

Bucky eased me back into the sofa, lips still pressed tightly to mine as he eased between my splayed thighs. My hands moved up to fist his short hair, causing a quiet groan to escape his lips. Bucky’s hands held onto my hips as he gently, almost teasingly, ground his crotch to mine.

“Lemme make it better,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my cheek and neck.

“You can do anything,” I breathlessly promised, rolling my body up.

His hand slid down my stomach and into the back of my loose trousers, cupping my clothed pussy and flexing his fingers. I gasped and threw my head back, Bucky surfacing to peer down at me with hooded eyes.

“There?” I nodded at his question.

His fingers eased my underwear to the side and felt over the slickness he’d created. The cool metal of his hand ran over my burning cheeks and I thanked god for the relief of coldness in this moment. My eyes widened as his finger tips circled my swollen bud.

“So wet,” he murmured, gazing into my eyes.

“For you.” I whimpered back, cupping his cheeks.

“Me?” I nodded. “Good girl,”

I moaned again at his words, his fingers picking up their pace. My back arched as he eased two fingers into me, stretching me out. He groaned a little, muttering something about my tightness, before pressing his lips to mine.

“O-Other hand,” I said against his lips.

“What?” He pulled back, stopping his movements.

“Can you u-use your other hand?” I pouted my lips.

“Are you sure?” He furrowed his brows.

I nodded. Bucky removed his hand from my underwear, offering his glistening fingers to my lips. I hastily took them in my mouth, small hand wrapping around his wrist as I sucked. He momentarily closed his eyes, losing himself for a second before easing his metal hand between our bodies.

“Really?” He questioned again, playing with the waistband of my trousers.

I bucked my hips. “Please,”

I couldn’t help the loud moan that left my mouth as his metal fingers resumed his flesh fingers task. They rubbed tightly into my clit, causing my eyes to pinch shut and my jaw to slacken and drop.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed against my cheek.

I whimpered again. “I-I’m-“

“Gonna cum baby?” He asked, fingers increasing their speed.

I nodded and cried. “Yes!”

“Like feeling my metal hand, huh?” He teased with a smirk.

“I do! Yes!” My nails bit into the skin of his forearm, the other hand running over the smooth metal of his shoulder. “Oh Bucky!”

“Cum,” he shortly ordered. “Please baby, please cum.”

My head threw back and I saw stars. My back arched as Bucky wrapped and arm under me and held me close. He moaned softly into my neck, grounding his crotch against my thigh. My arms loops around his neck as I shuddered against him.

“S-Stop,” I begged, gently coaxing his hand from my underwear.

“Sorry baby.” He sighed into my neck.

We stayed tangled in each other for a moment before I reached a teasing hand down between us. Bucky quickly stopped me, sheepishly grinning down at me.

“I already…just then…” he blushed.

“Really?” I giggled.

“You have no idea how good you looked.” He whispered, pecking my lips.

I smiled warmly, stroking over his cheek. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me?”

He laughed loudly. “I’ll do more than that.”

Bucky Barnes - Just Sleep

I moaned a little and shuffled against the hardwood floor, trying to find a comfy position. I felt Bucky’s arms loosen around me as I moved about, finally huffing and trying to sleep with the discomfort.

Bucky sighed behind me and got up. I frowned as the blankets were pulled from me and opened my eyes, staring up at Bucky who was staring down at me.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Get up doll.”

I took his hand and was hauled up. “Where are we going?” I yawned.

“Bed.” He shortly said, picking up the pillows.

“But you don’t like sleeping in bed.” I tiredly muttered as I rubbed my eyes.

“Come here.” He took my hand in his and led me through the apartment to the disused bedroom.

The bed was always made, in case he ever changed his mind like tonight. When we first moved in I’d splashed out on an expressive mattress, the softest sheets I could find and the plumpest pillows on the market. Bucky hated the first night and so we set up camp on the living room floor.

I watched as he organised the pillows and pulled back the covers, tugging me over.

“But you hate it.” I repeated.

“But I love you.” Was all he replied as he led me down.

My muscles and back sighed in peace as I finally was able to sleep in the comfiest bed known to man. I snuggled into the soft confines and felt Bucky slip in behind me. His body slotted against mine, an arm looping around my waist and head pressing to the crook of my neck.

“Just an hour and we can go back to the living room.” I sighed, already half asleep.

“Don’t worry doll,” Bucky cooed. “Just sleep.”

Bucky Barnes - Drabble

“So then he started talking about this Big Three thing-“

“Aliens, Androids or Wizards, I’m familiar.” I noted as I drained the pasta into the sink.

Bucks face fell. “Don’t say you agree with him.”

I peered over my shoulder with a small smile. “He has a point…”

“Which is?” Bucky pressed, standing from his seat at the small dinner table and casually walking towards me.

I shrugged and stirred the sauce. “He’s right when he says that you’ve fought one of the three so far.” I held the wooden spoon to Bucky’s lips, his brows furrowing as he tasted my cooking.

“Perfect,” he noted. “I’ve never fought a wizard.”

“Dr-“

“Say Dr. Strange and I’ll walk out of this apartment right now.” I snorted at his remark, plating up his food.

“Just saying.” I pecked his lips before sitting at the table, Bucky joining across from me.

I eyed the book that rest next to him, The Hobbit, only the first few pages read. “Why are you reading that again?” I asked.

“Came up in conversation today,” he mumbled through a mouth of food.

“We could watch the movies if you wanted.” His eyes widened.

“They made them into films?” I never got tired of seeing the glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he discovered something new.

I giggled. “That’s a yes then.”