Hydra agent #1: *Points weapon at Y/N and Bucky* What is your purpose in this base?

Hydra agent #2: Yeah. And no lies.

Y/N: Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships.

Y/N: Pick up the rest of the Avengers in Switzerland, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.

Hydra agent #2: I said no lies!

Y/N and Bucky: *Looks at each other and rolls their eyes*

Y/N, to Bucky: You take idiot number one and I’ll take idiot number two.

Bucky: You got it.

*A few moments later*

Y/N: Well that was easy.

Bucky: Yeah, tell me about it.

Y/N: Say, why don’t we go get some pizza before we go pick up the others?

Bucky: Alright! But you’re paying this time.

Y/N: Aw, come on! I paid last time.

Bucky: No, you didn’t. You drove us to get pizza then you “accidentally” left your wallet in the truck, went to go get it and didn’t come back in until I paid.

Y/N: Pfft! I- thought I left it in the truck! *Mumbles* it just so happens I had it in my jacket the whole time…

Bucky: Ya know I have super hearing right?

Y/N:…

Y/N: *Starts running* Last one to the ship pays for pizza!!

Bucky: Dang it! *Starts running behind Y/N*

Steve, to Bucky: Ok, so you have a few options.

Steve: This one *points to Wanda* is adorable, knows how to cook and has awesome powers.

Steve: This one *points to Natasha* can fight really good, has a nice smile and a sweet personality.

Steve: This one *points to Maria* has amazing fighting skills, has bright eyes, makes amazing muffins and can salsa.

Steve: This one *points to Y/N* uh, is clumsy, likes disney, cake and is kinda broken. Yeah, maybe not that one-

Bucky: I want that one.

Steve: Wh- But what about the others?

Bucky: No. I want that one *points to Y/N*

Steve: But the others-

Bucky: I. Want. That. One.

Y/N: *Awkwardly waves*

Bucky: Yup, that’s the one. It’s mine now.

Natasha: Y/N, you’ll be working with Steve and Bucky.

Y/N: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Y/N: …Of people on a team.

Sam, to Y/N: Have you seen Bucky?

Y/N: No, but I’ll get him for you!

Sam: Nah, it’s ok I’ll-

Y/N: *Screams* FUCK YA LIFE!

Bucky, from the bathroom: BING BONG!

Sam:…

Sam: Who showed him TikTok?

Y/N: I did! You should’ve seen him the other day!

Sam: What’d he do the other day?

Y/N: He was making a TikTok video of himself swinging his arm around in circles and he was going so fast that he started to get lifted off the ground so I put the “helicopter helicopter” sound over it. It was hilarious.

Bucky, walking in: Yeah. It was hilarious till Steve tried to grab my leg and pull me back down.

Y/N: Then Bucky started swinging his arm faster and they both kept going while Steve was screaming “don’t drop me!” then they landed in the zoo and got banned.

Y/N, and Bucky at each other: *Starts laughing hysterically*

Sam, slowly walking out: I'ma head out.

Y/N, and Bucky: BING BONG!

Y/N, to Bucky and Sam: And then I kicked h-

Hydra agent across the field: *Screaming* hey! I can see you!

Y/N: Shit. Hide!

*Y/N, Bucky and Sam hides*

Y/N: *Screams back* can you see me now?!

Hydra agent: *Signs*Yes!

Y/N: *Whispers* damn it.

Y/N: *Hides behind a tree*now?!

Hydra agent: *Sighs louder* oh my- YES!

Y/N: *Screams* do I at least look good?!

Sam, and Bucky:*Wheezing in the background*

Sam, to Bucky: *Nudges Buckys arm* Go wake Y/N, we need to leave soon.

Bucky: Uh, no! Are you crazy?!

Sam: Why not? *Smirks* are you afraid of Y/N?

Bucky: Hell yeah! You weren’t there the last time I had to wake them up!

Sam: *Confused* It can’t be that bad.

Bucky: Last time I woke Y/N up from sleeping they suplexed me into the table!

Y/N, who’s been awake from hearing Bucky yell: Well next time I’m sleeping comfortably on the table leave me alone.

Bucky: *Screams*

Sam, to Steve: How does Y/N and Barnes usually get out of their messes?

Steve: They don’t, they just make a bigger mess to cancel out the first one.

Bucky, and Y/N: *Running back to the car screaming*

Steve: What did you two do now?

Y/N: Bucky thought it was a good idea to challenge me. He said “I bet you can’t run faster then that bull.” So, um, I did a thing.

Sam: What did you do?!

Bucky: They let a bunch of bulls out and now they’re chasing us!

Y/N: It’s your fault!

Bucky: How is it my fault?!

Y/N: Because you told me I couldn’t do something! And you know how competitive I am!

*Bulls running towards them*

Y/N: *Grabs Bucky’s hand*Run!

Steve, and Sam: *Laughing*

Sam: Wait- shouldn’t we be running, too?

Steve: Get in the car!

Sam: What about Y/N and Bucky?

Steve: They’ll be fine! This isn’t the first time they had to run from something like this.

Y/N, and Bucky: *Somewhere in the distance*Ahhhhh!

Bucky: Hey Y/N. Wanna reenact the boat scene? *Winks*

Y/N: Uh, that didn’t end too well.

Bucky: *confused* Wait, what are you talking about?

Y/N: Ya know, from Jaws. The boat scene didn’t end very well.

Bucky: Wha- that’s not what I meant- You know what nevermind. Let’s just watch Beauty and the Beast.

Natasha, to Y/N: Hey- Why is your tongue purple? I thought you had a red icee?

Y/N: I did but-

Bucky, walking in smirking: They did, but I had blue.

Sam: *Gasps* I KNEW IT! I CALLED IT! I TOLD Y'ALL THEY WERE FUC-

Y/N, and Bucky:SAM!

Steve: Damn. Guess I owe Sam 50 bucks.

Natasha: You bet money-

Y/N: Thank you!

Natasha: And didn’t include me?

Y/N: Oh come on!

Bucky, looking at Sam: How do you get rid of stupid?

Y/N: Add more stupid.

Bucky: So to get rid of stupid you have to add stupid?

Y/N:Yup!

Bucky: That’s stupid.

Y/N:Exactly!

Bucky: I’m just gonna sit over there.

Y/N: Told you it works.

Bucky: Wha- Ohhhh! Hey!

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winter soldier fanfic writers describing the winter soldier: ra-ra-rasputin Russia’s greatest love machine

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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?”

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.

Say It - Bucky Barnes

Bucky is struggling and you don’t always know what is best to say, but this is both of you trying.

AN:this is based on the fact that Bucky KNEW what Steve planned in Endgame…

7:06 PM EST

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?!” You bolted up from the chair you sat in. “That’s ridiculous! The implications of it, alone! Didn’t Bruce warn us about this, about branch realities?”

Steve leaned back in his chair as you shouted, arms resting in his lap. His face was stone stoic, eyes focused on you, he was hearing you. Yet, you knew your words had no impact. Steve had made up his mind long before he called you and Bucky in to talk. This was just a courtesy.

“You’re just going…going to leave? After everything, after we got everyone back?”

“Tony,” at the dead man’s name, Steve took a sharp breath. It still stung, still was a fresh wound. “He had the right idea, he had a family, a life. After everything, it’s time for me to retire, to give myself the chance to have that too.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “You can’t do that in this timeline?”

“I promised someone that I wouldn’t be late.”

“What about promises you made the team?!” Anger, boiling hot, bubbled up in your chest. “You can’t just-”

“Y/N.”

The sound of Bucky’s voice cut through the shock and hurt in your system. You turned, eyes wide, to the soldier sat beside you. Bucky was in his seat, still as a statue. His attention was fixed on Steve, and you knew he saw that same unshakable resolve you did. When he looked up at you from where he sat, Bucky’s eyes were pleading, desperate.

You were tired of wishing for people to stay, but you couldn’t say it.

You glared back at Steve, with a fury in your heart, and tipped your head towards Bucky. “What about the promise you made him? End of the line and all that?”

Silence greeted your question. Steve glanced from you to Bucky and back again. You had only ever seen Cap speechless once, after the defeat in Wakanda. So, it took you a moment to realize that he had nothing to say. When you looked back down at Bucky, you saw the same, quiet expression on his face.

“How are you not angry?”

Bucky did not reply to your question. His blue eyes flicked to the ground and something in his down-turned gaze made filled you with sour regret. It was too late, you had said what you said. You looked back at Steve and frowned.

“I won’t stand by and watch you go.” You turned to walk out the door, leaving the two super soldiers to discuss Steve’s departure.

2:01 AM EST

It was two in the morning when you first heard the knocking. The muddy view of your clock made you believe that you were still stuck somewhere in a dream state. For the past five years, since Thanos, your sleeping patterns were unpredictable. You grew used to tossing and turning, sleeping for scattered, small periods of time, or not sleeping at all. Not to mention the strange night terrors that invaded your rest-weary mind.

After your argument with Steve, your dreams this night, torrid and bitter, bleed into your hazy, waking reality. In the early morning hour, you convinced yourself the knocking was a hallucination blurred by disrupted sleep. With a grumble, you fell back against your pillow. Warm and welcoming, you were ready to fall back into the darkness of sleep. Then, just as you began to close your eyes once more, another round of knocking reached your ears.

With a groan, you tossed your legs over the side of your bed and let your feet hit the floor. Blood rushed to your head as you stood in one quick, too quick, movement. Rather than take a moment to ease your dizzy head, you started towards your bedroom door with your hand pressed to your still pounding skull. As you padded down the hall, the knocking dulled, trailed off into dwindling thuds, as if the source started to grow wary.

Before the sound faded completely, you turned the latch and threw open your front door. Light from the lit, apartment complex hallway shone across your vision. Senses already drained from a lackluster sleep, you were momentarily blinded. As you squinted and struggled to adjust to the light, a shadow moved to block it.

Then, the shadow became a figure, an outline in a familiar, awkwardly friendly shape. A sharp nose and slight cleft chin came into focus. Long strands of messy, brown hair and the glint of eyes stood out in the semi-darkness. Finally, when your eyes accumulated, you could name the shadow of a man that lingered in your now open doorway.

“Bucky?”

You saw him clearly then but lacked the proper verbiage to describe him. The right word was lost somewhere in his eyes that drooped down and darkened around the sockets. Or along his lips, how they parted as if he had something to say, but let the words die on his tongue. Scruff, patchy and thick, covered his face. Haggard. Bucky Barnes looked haggard as he lingered in your doorway at two in the morning.

When another long moment passed, and his mouth opened only to close and open again, you only nodded. “Come here.”

Before Bucky could change his mind, your hand closed around his wrist of metal. A small, sharp intake of breath reached your ears but you were too caught up in the thrall of your late-night, early morning guest to wonder why he breathed so strangely. It was only when he was inside, the light of the hallway was trapped behind your front door, did you realize you were the cause of Bucky’s now wide eyes. After you flicked on the nearest lamp, you followed his downturned gaze to your hand, your fingers that were wrapped around his Vibranium limb.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I-,” you said, pulling your hand away.

“It’s, it’s fine,” Bucky interrupted. Despite his words, he shifted his metal arm behind his back. “It’s just…no one ever really…”

Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling to the side then the floor, away from you. Your tiredness ebbed at the sight. Five years without Bucky turned your heart to rough stone, but now that he was back, you could not deny how the man softened your harder edges. Steve mentioned something about it before, how Bucky found a way to catch you in your best worst moments and pull you out of the dark. Though, it felt as if you hardly knew Steve anymore and, back then, you didn’t know Bucky at all.

All you knew was the Winter Soldier; not the man that stood before you, glancing around your apartment, at anything but your eyes.

A man that seemed swallowed by the very darkness he pulled his loved ones from time and time again. You could not help but begin to reach out. Silently, with itching fingers, you hoped that he would take your hand. You wanted to say that you were sorry for your earlier outburst, sorry about Steve. You wanted to tell him to let you be his anchor, let you hold him in place while he put his world together. Only a couple of days ago he returned, only to attend a funeral, and face the nightmare of Steve’s looming absence.

You wanted to….but you lost your courage and let your hand fall back to your side.

“What’s wrong, besides the obvious?” As you asked, you cleared your throat of all that you wanted to say.

Bucky finally lifted his eyes from your floor and met your gaze. “I…It’s hard, being back and…I’m not adjusting.”

A wave of aching sympathy and confusion rolled over your shoulders. Never before had you seen Bucky so shaken, so exhausted. Even in your somewhat sleepy state, you could so clearly see depths of sadness in Bucky’s widened blue eyes and the defeat in the slackness of his jaw. He could have gone anywhere, but he was there, with you.

“Okay.” You nodded and echoed, “okay.”

On your heel, you turned towards your small living room. The lamp you had flipped on bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. If it weren’t for Bucky’s worry, you might even find the scene relaxing, welcoming. But, as you fell back on your couch with a small sigh, you felt hardly any relief. You looked back up and saw that Bucky was watching you, expression unchanged.

His eyes flickered to you and to the unoccupied cushion at your side. You could not help the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth at the softness he exuded. Though, Bucky seemed blind to the small hints of his heart that slipped out through his silent ask for permission. To answer, you patted the empty space beside you.

“You can sit, I don’t bite.”

Bucky didn’t move to sit down next to you. He stayed still, watchful, wary.

“Please, I,” you sighed, “I want to apologize.”

Bucky shifted at your words as if he were expecting a punch rather than beg pardon. With careful steps, he moved across the floor of your apartment and sat on the couch beside you. The cushions dipped beneath his weight and caused you to tip over slightly despite the fact he sat a fair distance away. Bucky left a vast space between you and him. Within an arm’s length but seemingly so out of your reach.

To better face him, you shifted in your seat and sat cross-legged at his side. Bucky held your gaze and in the lamp’s light, the blue of his eyes seemed brighter but his face gave away the true depth of his tiredness.

“I want to apologize about before. I shouldn’t have said that, or asked him, or asked for you. It was rude, out of line,” you breathed, eyeing him as you spoke. “And I’m sorry.”

In typical, aloof, Bucky fashion, he only stared back at you in reply. A long few seconds of quiet stretched between you. You considered apologizing again, unable to bear the silence. Then, Bucky’s eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again, and you lost your courage. You peeled your eyes away, feigned interest in how your hands rested in your lap.

“Steve told me,” at the sound of his voice, you looked up to meet his gaze, “that you were a lover and that’s what made you a fighter.”

A nervous laugh slipped out of your laugh. “I don’t…I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Neither did I, but I don’t know what to say about a lot of things. So, I don’t talk. But you, you try. You say, you love, and you fight-”

“And I say too much,” you interrupted. Bucky’s gaze grew a serious edge. “Sorry.”

“You ask the questions others want to,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “You say the things no one else seems to have the pluck to. You’re the one thing I never have to adjust to, you’re always you.”

“That’s not true.” Bucky cocked his head at your words and you shook your head. “I mean, I don’t say what I want to all the time, not how I want to.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you implying that I talk too much?”

Gently, you pushed a hand against Bucky’s shoulder. Beneath the layers of his jacket and shirt, you could feel the warmth of his arm on your palm. He hardly budged with the push, but a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth ever so slightly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him smile, perhaps five years ago.

“I know I’m rusty, but that feels like a trap,” Bucky drawled, letting his eyes fall from yours. It seemed that, as quickly as you noticed the hints of a smile on his lips, he began to frown again. Your heart stung at the sight.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You reached across the cushion between you and let your hand rest on his forearm. Again, warmth kissed your palm. Bucky turned his gaze back to you at your touch. His blue eyes studied your features with an intensity you had never seen before.

“You’re stuck with me.”

“Not stuck. I want you to stay.” Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. Quickly, you added, “stay around. People leaving after everyone else being gone…”

“People? You mean Steve.” He craned his neck and shot you a knowing glance.

“Yeah, I mean Steve.”

Bucky sighed and let his eyes fall to your hand that lingered on his arm. “He’s right, about giving himself a chance.”

“You mean that you would do the same?”

“Maybe,” Bucky paused before he lifted his eyes to yours, “if it were you.”

“I…” You shook your head in the hopes of clearing away the shock. When it did not recede with the tide of blood that rushed to your face, you forcibly tore your eyes from Bucky.

You wanted to blame the early morning hour for your speechlessness. The lack of sleep had dulled your senses, making you slow to respond. But Bucky’s words rang in your head like a siren echoing through the streets of a city. There was no escaping it, not walking out of this room, leaving the matter in your dust. No, you would have to find that courage to speak up, that pluck, Bucky claimed you held.

Though, you were too consumed by the warmth of him sitting so close and the wild beating of your heart to search for it.

“Hey,” Bucky’s tone, soft and luring, immediately pulled your attention back to him. His eyes, they were pleading again, desperate again. “Say it. Say what you want to.”

Somewhere, in Bucky’s eyes, you found it, that courage.

“I’m tired of wishing for people to stay,” you murmured, “I don’t want to watch you go, either. I want you to stay.”

“Then I’m with you.” Bucky’s hand, the one your fingers brushed against, lifted. Carefully, hesitantly, he reached for your face. The tips of his fingers kissed your cheek and cupped your jaw with a softness you had never felt before. “I’m with you.”

A thick strand of brown hair fell before his eyes. Instinctually, you moved to brush it away from his face. You tucked it behind his ear and, at the light brushing of your fingers, Bucky leaned into the touch before you let your hand fall into your lap. For the second time, you caught his gaze flicker from yours to your lips and back again.

Though, this time, your resolve did not tremble. You leaned in and met Bucky in the middle, closing the gap between you. The tip of his nose knocked against yours like buffer, giving you the chance to pull away if you so wished. When you didn’t, when you pressed your lips to Bucky’s, he reciprocated. His hand held your face to his as you shifted, moving from your sitting position to lean in closer.

Bucky shifted too, melted into the cushions of your couch until you were settled above him. Your lips parted and you took the chance to catch your breath. Bucky’s eyes were half-lidded, focused on your lips before he met your gaze. It was then you caught the glint of his Vibranium limb from the corner of your eye. When you looked over to his arm, hung off the edge of the couch, Bucky followed your gaze.

Carefully, you reached a hand out towards his metal wrist. The surface was cool against your fingers, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body below yours. You brought his mechanical hand to your waist, let his metal fingers take a hold of your hip. As you did, you met Bucky’s eyes once more and saw the worry in them.

“You’re with me,” you echoed, “and I trust you.”

And that was all Bucky needed to hear as his fingertips, both flesh and metal, pressed a little harder into your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss.

Hey guys!! I’ve been writing all day and y'all can expect My Best Friends Brother, Awake, and Part 1 of my new Bucky x Reader fix I’m working on!! I’m super excited for y'all to read them and thanks so much for all of the feedback I really appreciate all of it❤️

Of Gods and Men

A Loki x Reader, Bucky x Reader Fanfic

Author Notes: Lemme tell you, this hurt to write. And I still love it. Something about heartbreaking ANGST, man, I love it so much. Enjoy!

Fandom:Marvel

Relationship: Loki x Gender!Neutral Reader, Unrequited Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content: 2.7k words (reminder, I’m awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn’t-)

Summary: You and Bucky have been through hell and back during your time with Hydra, both broken a beaten birds of a feather. And yet, when the both of you are safe with the Avengers, neither of you can bring yourselves to show your love. And then Loki shows up in all his Godly greatness and takes you from right under Bucky’s nose.

Warnings: Everyone lives and you can’t stop me, Swearing, ANGST, Unrequited love, Hydra, Mentions of torture, Heartbroken Bucky, Kind of SMUT, Gender neutral SMUT, Bottom!Reader, Top!Loki

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The day the Avengers rescued you from Hydra’s grasp was the last time you ever hugged the Winter Soldier- no, the last time you ever hugged Bucky Barnes. The man who fought by your side to accomplish whatever mission Hydra had given you was not Bucky, but the man inside the Soldier that you grew to love, was. They say trauma forms unbreakable bonds, which was as true as ever in your case, but what they don’t tell you is that it also breeds uncertainty.

When you finally collapsed in Bucky’s arms inside the Avenger’s tower, free from the shackles Hydra forced on you, you knew you were finally home. He knew better than anyone what Hydra could do to your mind, so all he could do when you broke apart and sobbed in his arms was whisper sweet words and promises of a better life. And while his promises rang true as you spent your days in the comfort and stability that was the Avengers, you didn’t expect it to be at the price of the man you loved.

Not once in the months that flew by had he pulled you back into the safety of his arms. The both of you were so broken, but you wanted to be broken together. But he wouldn’t give you that and you wouldn’t seek it out either. When he put his walls back up, you were right there with him, cementing your own distance. Sure, you talked with each other; you had to work together. You went on missions together, trained together, ate and fought together, but the unspoken words of a long established boundary were never addressed. Fleeting smiles and half hearted jokes could never tear down the walls the two of you worked so hard to build against each other.

The only time you saw his hardened armor crack was when Thor had brought his unruly brother into the confines of the tower. And the God of mischief would surely be your undoing. You saw the familiar flare of a broken soul within the God and every line of your being begged to reach out and comfort him. It didn’t come easily at first. He reeled and pulled away from your soft gaze until he found a flicker of your own hidden mischief shine in your eyes. That crack of impishness drew him in in a way he never thought a simple mortal could.

Bucky saw it too. He saw it in the way you would sling pestering jokes at Loki and the God would fire them right back with a grin pulling at his lips. When you openly cackled at Thor’s retellings of the cruel pranks Loki used to pull on him as a child, Bucky watched as Loki’s eyes shimmered with mirth and his own barriers started to fall as he let you in. Bucky hated the way the God took you passed his walls so easier, and he hated it even more when you hadn’t even bothered to put up your own as you had done with him. Your eyes found Bucky as he watched you interact with Loki and you saw the shine of hurt that swam beneath his walls. You wanted to reach out to him too, but he had made it very clear that that was not what he wanted. So when you saw him screaming out behind his hardened glare, you added another brick to the wall between the two of you.

And that is where you were at today, avoiding Bucky’s piercing stare as Thor blessed you with yet another story from his and Loki’s childhood.

“Loki has tried to kill me on many, many occasions,” Thor’s booming voice rang throughout the living room as he sat perched on the couch with the eyes of the Avengers peering up at him with interest, “there was one time when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake-“ you couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as Thor spoke. Loki sent you a cheeky grin as he knocked his shoulder against yours from his place beside you on the couch.

“You cruel little boy,” you cooed as you knocked his shoulder right back.

“Hush, this is the best part,” he insisted as he eyes swam with mischief and his heart stopping grin spread across his face.

“-and he knows that I love snakes, so I went to pick up the snake to admire it,” Thor continued as he shot Loki a glare that didn’t reach his eyes, “and he transformed back into himself and he was like ‘bleh it’s me’-“ you let out a bark of laughter as you quickly covered your mouth in surprise as Loki snickered beside you, “-and he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.” You couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled form your lips as you smacked Loki’s shoulder.

“Youstabbed him?!” you laughed incredulously as you turned to gawk at Loki. Thor huffed and slumped in on himself.

“I assure you it was no laughing matter,” he muttered as he sent you a withering look, “I could have died that day.” Your giggles subsided slightly when you saw the other Avengers looking at Loki as if he had kicked a baby. The horrified look on Bruce’s face brought back your laughing fit, and you all but keeled over as the cackles wracked through your body.

“Oh gods,” you wheezed out between laughs, “I would pay to have seen that.” Loki’s grin itself was enough for you to not feel the slightest bit of shame as you openly shared your amusement.

“See, dear brother,” Loki said as he turned his mischievous gaze onto Thor, “this was the reaction you should had given at such an amusing prank.”

“You didn’t-“ you wheezed yet again, “-you didn’t even stay as a snake, you could have bitten him, but no- you stabbed him. Oh fuck, I’m dying.”

Bucky’s heart burned. He hated this, whatever this was. He hated how well you and Loki got along. He hated hearing your beautiful laugh if it meant you were giving it to the God. He hated watching you grip onto Loki’s arm for support as you doubled over with laughter. He hated it. He hated Loki. If the attack on New York wasn’t enough of a reason to hate him, your love for him was. Loki’s eyes flickered over to meet Bucky’s and his easy grin turned malicious. Loki wasn’t dumb, far from it. He saw the way the soldier looked at you, with such a heartbreaking amount of love and he relished in the fact that you never fell into it. Loki knew you loved the soldier back, but there was something cold and hardened that kept you from accepting it. But he also knew youlovedhim, so the soldier was of little worry. Loki’s arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving Bucky. The way the soldier clenched his jaw and fought the need to watch the God’s arms wrap around you made Loki burn with amusement. Loki dipped his head towards you and let his breath ghost across your neck.

“Careful or you’ll hurt my idiot brother’s feelings,” he cooed and you shuddered at his close proximity before sending him a shit-eating grin.

“Awe, are those feelings that I’m seeing in you oh great God of lies?” you teased, worming your arms over his to lace your hands together behind his neck. He rolled his eyes as he tugged your closer. The Avengers were used to you and Loki cuddling up together, hands always on each other. They weren’t surprised by the addition of two more touch starved people, so it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of you grab at each other like this. What was strange, however, was seeing Loki dip his head down to nuzzle against the nape of your neck.

“I assure you I have very few positive feelings for my brother, but you dear, you I have plenty for,” he purred as his words rumbled against your skin. You sucked in a breath as you shuddered. This…this was new. Not that you minded, he had just never pushed it this far before. Harmless flirting was nothing compared the feeling of his cold lips brushed against your skin as he spoke. Your eyes fluttered as you lifted your head to look at the others. A mixture of surprise and awkwardness settled across their faces, most looked away when your gaze flicked over them as your eyes trailed towards Bucky. He absolutely dripped with rage. As your eyes met, he abruptly stood and made a quick exit. He ignored Steve’s pleas to stay as he broke eye contact with you and stormed from the room. His anger left the room with him, but not without stirring your own first. Who did he think he was? He had no right to act like that when all he’s done was push you away.

“Calm down, love,” Loki muttered quietly so only you would hear him, “would you like to leave?” You huffed as your anger dissipated when you remembered you were still wrapped tightly in his arms. Offering him a nod, he stood, your arms falling from his neck as he pulled your hand into his own. He let his glare flick across the Avengers, as if daring them to stop him from taking you from the room. When no one objected, he tugged on your hand to help you stand before offering you a small smile and leading you away. You obliged and followed after him, you hand gripping his tightly in return.

Loki pulled you into the elevator and his hand quickly fell to the button control panel. Usually he would hit the button for his floor and you would spend the day reading books in his room, but you had a different idea today. You reached your hand out to stop him as you hit the button to your floor. His gaze flicked to you in confusion.

“How about we go to my room today, yeah?” You suggested as a grin grew on your face. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk pulled up his lips.

“As you wish, darling,” he purred and you relished in the familiar flame of mischief that swam in his eyes as they drank you in.

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Bucky’s anger practically evaporated the second he was back in his own room. It had been a long time since he’d let his emotions dictate his actions, but he couldn’t handle the look in your eyes when they met his. Slightly glazed and full of want. Want for someone who definitely wasn’t him. He wanted to rip you from that snake’s arms, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t his place. After his rage had settled, he only felt guilty. He was sorry for storming out like that, he knew you didn’t deserve that. So, he steeled himself, pushed down his emotions, and headed out of his room and made his way into the elevator. He pressed the familiar button to your floor like he had done so many times before. Not that you knew of course, he’d go to check on you and you never once noticed his presence. It was better that way.

As he stepped off the elevator, he was so wrapped up in thoughts of what to say to you that he barely realized that Steve was making his way down the hall towards him.

“Bucky,” Steve said, his voice suspiciously tense as it snapped the soldier from his thoughts, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m….I’m going to go apologize to…,” he muttered your name after, not meeting Steve’s gaze. After a moment of silence he narrowed his eyes and looked at the captain. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing,” Steve spoke quickly, eyes flicking to the elevator, “I was just leaving. You should…give them some time alone.”

“No, it’s better to apologize as soon as possible,” Bucky insisted, “it’s better to not let it fester. You know that.”

“Buck…,” Steve started, sending his friend an apologetic look, “now really isn’t a good time to talk to them.”

“Why? They’re in their room aren’t they? I barely see them outside of the team, so this is the best time,” Bucky said as his suspicions grew.

“Look Buck just…trust me,” Steve said, his eyes filling with a look of pity that didn’t go unnoticed his friend.

“No Steve, I know I’m probably going to get my feelings hurt but I need to apologize. Now,” Buck insisted as he stepped around Steve and started to make his was passed him. Steve carefully grabbed onto Bucky’s wrist, stopping his movements.

“Come talk to me after,” Steve said, leaving no room for argument before letting go of Bucky. Bucky shot him a suspicious look, but nodded nonetheless. With a sigh, the captain relented and made his way to the elevator. Bucky caught the captain’s eyes once more before the doors slid shut and he turned to make his way back down the hall. The soldier tried to steel himself up as he approached your door, but the closer he got the more his nerves soared. He took a final breath of confidence as he stopped at your door before he lifted his fist, ready to knock. Before he could go through with it, sounds from inside your room caught him off guard.

“Ohgods Loki, yes,” came your breathless voice from inside your room. It hit Bucky like a truck as his hand froze midair. He could make out the sound of skin on skin and the creak of your bed as it hit the wall over and over again.

“That’s it,” Loki growled, his voice heavy with lust and Bucky had to physically stop himself from kicking the door down, “just like that pet. Taking a God so well.” Your breathy whines quickly turned into panting moans as Bucky heard the bed hit the wall harder and faster. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to take a step back and book it to the elevator, but he froze. He could barely breathe let alone move.

“Fuck Loki, love you. Love you so much,” you whined and Bucky choked back the traitorous sob that swam up his throat.

“Hnn- love you more, darling mortal,” Loki let out a shuddering grunt that finally got Bucky’s feet moving. He hastily stepped back and pressed his back against the wall across from your room, “all mine, only mine.”

“Yours, always. Fuck Loki, so good, gonna cum,” you moaned out, your voice pitching with pleasure and the sound had Bucky’s feet carrying him away faster than he could think.

Bucky slammed the call button on the elevator and threw himself inside as soon as they opened. A sob shot its way out of him as he held back the bile that threatened to force its way from his stomach. Your moans and calls for a man who wasn’t him rang in his head, over and over. He couldn’t get the sound to piss off as he slammed his hand down on the button to Steve’s floor. Steve. Steve knew, that’s why he tried to stop him.

As the doors to the elevator slid open and Steve stood on the other side, Bucky felt the weight of the world crash into him. Steve was quick to kneel down and wrap his arms around his friend, but Bucky barely noticed. Steve’s words of comfort went in one ear and out the other. The only thing he could think about was how badly he had fucked up. He had finally lost you.

And you took his heart as you left.

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The ending might have been rushed, but it hurt my soul to write so please forgive me-

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The Escaped Bride {12/12}

Chapter 12: The Wedding

Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader
Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. 
Word Count: 2608
Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing
A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!

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“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.

You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.

You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.

“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?”
“Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.

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The Escaped Bride {12/12}

Chapter 12: The Wedding

Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader
Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. 
Word Count: 2608
Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing
A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!

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“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.

You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.

You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.

“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?”
“Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.

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The Escaped Bride {12/12}

Chapter 12: The Wedding

Pairing:Bucky Barnes/Reader
Summary: Bucky has you back in his arms and he refuses to allow anyone else to be able to lay a claim on you. 
Word Count: 2608
Warnings:swear words, cheesy writing
A/N: Alright y'all, this is it, the last chapter!! This is the first series I have ever finished and I am super proud! I thought of this idea a little over a year ago and I actually managed to write the whole thing and I hope you all have enjoyed it!! If you would want to see more from these two, I have an idea to maybe accept drabble requests for it but I haven’t decided, so let me know if that is something you’d like!

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“Come on, we need to get you out of these clothes.” Bucky finally said standing up and pulling you up with him.

You nodded and let him lead you back to his cabin, you were going to make a witty joke about him trying to get you out of your clothes but you were shaking uncontrollable, the cold feeling as though it had soaked through your bones.

You tried to get the buttons undone on your own but your fingers weren’t cooperating with you.

“Here I got it,” Bucky said softly, pushing you hands out of the way as he took to getting them off. You couldn’t help but chuckle, through your chattering teeth, as he struggled with the buttons as well. “Do you like this dress?”
“Not really,” You shook your head. Within moments, Bucky had the top layered ripped off, you heard buttons hitting the floor, which only made you chuckle more.

“Who knew the feared pirate was almost bested by some buttons,” You teased.

“Oh you just sush.” He shook his head at your antics. He worked on pulling the other layers over your head. You listened to his command of lifting your hands over your head and he pulled the soaking and freezing clothes off you.

He didn’t leave you standing in nothing for long, quickly offering you dry, warm layers to put on.

“Here I thought you were undressing me for more fun reasons.”

“We need to get you warmed up. I don’t need you getting sick.” Bucky instructed as he continued to hand you layers. You could tell he was fretting over it.

“I have a better idea.” You told him while nodding over to the bed. “Just come here and hold me, we’ll get some extra blankets and I will warm up quickly.”

Bucky nodded, shocked at himself for not having thought of the idea himself. He definitely was planning on making you wear every layer of clothes that he could manage to find and fit you in.

You crawled into the bed, snuggling into the warmth that the blankets offered. Bucky found another few blankets and layered them on top before he crawled into the bed beside you and wrapped you into his arms.

Slowly you found yourself warming up, your shaking subsided and you were able to feel the comfort of Bucky’s embrace.

“Marry me.” Bucky blurted out, breaking the comfortable silence that you had been enjoying, and pulling you from the edges of sleep.

“I think you already asked me that once.” You chuckled.

“Well I am asking again.”

“My answer has remained the same.” You smiled, pulling away enough to look up at him. “I would never want to marry anyone else.”

“Good, let’s do it tomorrow.” Bucky suggested.

“In a rush?”

“I do not want another man to think he has the ability to lay a claim on you. I have waited my whole life to marry you, I do not wish to wait another day.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm as the sincerity in his voice.

“Tomorrow it is then.” You smiled. Bucky was quick to lean down, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “Though that means, you better find another place to sleep tonight.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Tradition! You can’t stay with the bride the night before a wedding!”

“My love, we have broken many wedding rules already, I do not think that this one will be our downfall.” He pointed out, flipping you over slightly so that he was laying on top of you, leaning down and planting kisses all over your face, leaving your lips for last.

“Fine, but if things go wrong, you will only have yourself to blame!” You chuckled between kisses.

“Deal.” He smiled before going in for another kiss.

Your heart hadn’t felt this light in awhile, you had been waiting for the day that you got to marry your best friend for so long, you couldn’t believe it would be happening tomorrow.

Neither of you had really thought about how hectic the day was going to be. Honestly the two of you were happy with the most simple of ceremonies, but Sam and Steve had other ideas and wanted to make it a big thing.

They also were both appalled that you allowed Bucky to stay in his cabin with you. Because of that, they decide to keep you separate for the rest of the day. Steve was on Bucky duty while Sam was stuck with you.

“Where did you learn to sew?” You asked him as he worked to help you create a new outfit for the wedding.

“I have sisters, and I didn’t like being left out of things. Plus it comes in handy when someone gets injured.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you are a little brother. Makes sense.” You nod.

“What on earth does that mean?” Sam asked with offense in his voice.

“I don’t know, but it wasn’t meant as a bad thing!” You laughed at him.

“You laughing says otherwise.” He pouted.

“Oh shut up and help me get into this dress.”

You were proud of what you and Sam were able to come up with in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t anything like the dress that you were originally going to marry James in but this was definitely the dress that you were to be married to Bucky in and that made you smile. This one, this was more you than anything you would have worn all those years ago.

“You ready to get married?” Sam asked with a smile as you both admired your work in the mirror.

“You have no idea how ready I am.” You sighed happily.

“Well you stay here, and I will check to see if everything else is ready.” Sam went running out the door and you took a moment to admire yourself. You also pulled the ring that you had been holding onto since you had first thought you lost Bucky.

You had snuck into your father’s study a few weeks after the news had been given to you. You knew that he had been holding onto the ring that was meant to adorn James’ hand and you wanted to see it. From then you had worn it on a chain, one that you had kept hidden from everyone, afraid someone would try to take it from you. It had been a piece of him you had been able to keep close, and now, now you were so glad you got to give it to him, that he would in fact be able to wear it proudly.

“Alright, everyone is waiting for you!” Sam brought you out of your trance. You quickly tucked the ring into a safe space before following him.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Sam went to hurry away, to take his place in the crowd of the rest of the crew. You reached out and grabbed his arm stopping him. “Will you walk me?” You asked softly. Tradition had your father giving you away and while he wasn’t here, and even if he was you weren’t sure you would want him to have that honor, you still wanted someone to have that spot beside you.

“It would be my honor.”

You watched as Bucky finally caught sight of you. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you took in the look of awe that he gave you. You truly could have stepped out in a potato sack and he would have been enamored by you and that look had you ready to leap into his arms. But you held back as you slowly made your way up to the front of the ship where Steve and Bucky were waiting for you.

Sam gave your hand a small squeeze before motioning for you to go. “Thank you,” You said softly before he turned and found his place and you stepped up to Bucky.

“Hi.” You breathed out.

“You’re the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” He said back with the most sincerity he could muster.

Steve cleared his throat, stopping you from replying. He started the ceremony with a very traditional speech about love and commitment. Though, it was obvious that this was most traditional to a wedding of pirates than one you were used to, but you wouldn’t trade that for the world.

“Y/N, you may present your ring” Steve gave you a nod. You could see the slight confusion on Bucky’s face. Last night you both had agreed that it was okay that you hadn’t had rings ready since it wasn’t exactly planned ahead, but you had let Steve know that you had something.

“Bucky. I present this ring, a ring that I have held onto for years, always keeping it close to my heart, to keep you close to my heart. With this ring, I promise to continue that, to keep you close at all times, to protect you, to love you, no matter what is happening, whether it is the good times, the bad or the scary. I promise to always be yours no matter what.” You reached out to grab his hand, and slipped the ring on his finger. When you looked up at his face, you noticed that misty eyes he was most certainly trying to hide.

“Bucky you may now present your ring.” Steve instructed. You were also left a bit surprised that he had something prepared as well.

“Ironically, I present you with a ring that I have held onto for many years, waiting for the day when we would be reunited and that I could present it to you. I kept it with me the same way that I will keep my promise to always love you, to keep you safe, to cherish you and to never let you go. I am yours and no matter what, you will always have me.”

You were less successful than Bucky at keeping your tear at bay. You were happy to let them flow freely as he slipped the ring delicately onto your hand. As soon as the ring was securely in place, his hands were reaching your face, softly brushing away your tears.

“And with that, you are husband and wife, Captain, you may kiss the bride.”

Bucky truly wasted no time in sweeping you into his arms and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around your now husband and he was more than happy to use that as an opportunity to drop you into a dip. You were left pulling away laughing at his antics as he pulled you upright.

“And with that, let the party begin!” Steve announced, all the other sailors shouted at that and quickly the deck became one giant party.

You had to admit, this may not have been what you envisioned your wedding being like when you were a child, or even when you had first agreed to marry James, but this was better than anything you could have asked for. Wedding receptions were always a bit stuffy and pretty boring, but as you learned, pirates did not take celebrating lightly, any excuse to get drunk off their ass, they took.

You were enjoying a slight break from dancing with Bucky at the back of the ship when Steve came up to join you.

“Well how does it feel to have finally succeeded in your plan?” Steve asked Bucky. You were a bit confused as to what Steve meant. “Got your revenge and married the girl the very next day.”

“It feels great. Mostly because of this one,” Bucky said, giving you a soft smile.

Steve chuckled, “Don’t have too much fun tonight,”

“Oh, we will,” You replied with a chuckle. Once he wandered away, you turned to Bucky. “What exactly did he mean by that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You got your revenge yesterday.” You clarified. It felt like it was more than just that Pierce had tried to take you from him. It felt like it was something from when he first met Steve, something much older.

“Oh, that.” Bucky sighed slightly, “Peirce is the one that turned me in for treason. I had been put in the brig and told that I would be facing the king as soon as we arrived back. Basically it was obvious, I was to be executed without a chance to explain myself. Someone with his status making such a claim wasn’t taken lightly. I tried to explain that I didn’t even know him, had never served under his command but it didn’t matter. Once I was taken by Steve, or Captain Rogers, I swore that I would get my revenge for being taken from you and made to be a traitor.”

“Why would he-” You started to ask, but suddenly it clicked in your head. “That son of a bitch,”

Bucky gave you a bit of a confused look, not quite sure where you were going with your thought.

“Pierce made a comment that my father would be happy to see me so that he would not have to live in debt. I think my father made a deal with Pierce, one that used me to get him out of debt, but I had already been promised to you, so they must have figured a way to get you out of the picture.” It made sense, the reason your father had been so pushy at getting you to move on, and how much he had liked to gamble. “How could he do that to me?”

“What an asshole.” Bucky seethed. It had crossed his mind that that had been the reasoning for what had happened, especially when you had first reunited and told him of the marriage to Pierce, but Bucky had always respected your father, and he couldn’t imagine the man doing something so foul to his own daughter but he must have been wrong.

“Well it’s over now, you are a married woman so no one can tell you what to do.”

“Not even you.” You gave him a wicked smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He agreed, before pulling you back into his arms and into a passionate kiss.

You spent the rest of the night on the dance floor, you and Sam were having a grand time dancing to the music a small band was playing when suddenly Bucky swooped in from behind you and picked you up.

“Sorry, but I think I am going to have to steal my wife away.” Bucky chuckled as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Bye Sam!’ You called as Bucky carried you away. “Someone is eager to get me out of there.”

“That I am” Bucky nodded, maneuvering you so that he was carrying you bridal style.

“Are we going to consummate this marriage?” You asked cheekily

“That ship has sailed a long time ago I believe”

“Maybe, but this will be the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, or am I now Mrs. Roberts?”

“I think technically for image sake you’re Mrs. Roberts,”

“As long as I’m yours, you can call me whatever you like.”

“Now about consummating this marriage.” Bucky gave you a sly grin.

“I think you said something about that ship having already sailed?” You teased.

“Oh but you made such a good point.” Bucky countered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond before you picked back up and carried to the bed. He had every intention of making this marriage official.

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The Escaped Bride {11/12}

Chapter 11: The Rescue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader
Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action.
Word Count:1898
Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention
A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!

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You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.

“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.

He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.

“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.

You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”

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The Escaped Bride {11/12}

Chapter 11: The Rescue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader
Summary:You had faith that Bucky would come for you, but that didn’t mean you were just going to sit around and not take your own action.
Word Count:1898
Warnings:Gross men, swearing, knife mention
A/N: Alright we are almost there, just one more chapter to go! I have loved writing this story and I hope you have enjoyed reading it! Please leave a comment and let me know what you have thought!

Series Masterlist|Marvel Masterlist

You were left tied to the chair and locked in the same room for nearly the whole day. You couldn’t believe that you basically had better treatment on both pirate ships’ brigs. Finally Alexander came into the room well after it had turned dark.

“No ships following us, looks like your pirates don’t find you worth the chase,” He taunted. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what he knew about your stay with the pirates. For all he knows, you were their prisoner and they were just waiting to get the ransom for you. Or maybe he thinks you had sold yourself to their service, either way you would not admit that you actually had refound the love of your life.

He cut away the ropes that had you bound to the chair. You made a point to rub your wrists, they had tied the ropes rather tight, and you wanted him to know that he was as shitty of a man as you thought he was.

“Are you just not going to speak to me?” He huffed, “Not even a thank you for rescuing you from pirates, you couldn’t ask for a better life then the one I can offer you.

You couldn’t hold back the scoff that slipped through your lips at that. “I would have a better life in a pig’s pen than as your wife.”

Alexander’s hand raised at you quickly, only stopping inches from your face as you flinched away. “You will learn to watch your tongue around me!”

You let out a huff at that. Either Bucky was going to come for you or you would find a way to run away again. Either way, the last thing you would be doing was anything this man told you to do.

“Well either way, your parents will be glad to see you. Your father was starting to think he’d be in debt forever.” Alexander added, a hint of taunting in his voice.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, though, if you were honest with yourself you knew exactly what that meant. You didn’t want to believe that your father would basically sell you off to pay his debts, but that is what it seemed like.

“Nothing that you need to worry about. Now, there is a dress laid out for you over there. I will not have you wearing those, boy rags another minute. Once you have changed you will be allowed to walk around the ship, just don’t get in anyone’s way.” With those instructions he turned to leave you.

You were tempted to refuse the dress, to just stay hidden away in the cabin, but you also wanted some air and figured that when Bucky came to rescue you, you would want to be in on the action.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t worn a dress since you joined Bucky’s crew, you had, plenty of times, but they were all much more comfortable then the one that Peirce left for you. There were too many layers, constricting your every move. You wondered how you ever wore these everyday.

You groaned when you noticed the corset, one that was not a comforting one that made you feel secure, but one that was not big enough for your frame and had you struggling to breath fully. You tried to tie it as loose as possible but still you found it rather uncomfortable.

You were pleasantly surprised when you were basically ignored by everyone on the ship, including Peirce. You really were free to wonder and you took advantage of it, spending most of the day on the top deck. You stayed at the back of the ship, eye on the horizon. You knew there was no way that Bucky was letting you go this easily, he had promised the opposite.

As you stood there watching the sea, you were beginning to feel the anxiety set in as you thought about what would happen if he didn’t show up. At first you had convinced yourself that you had left once, you could do so again, but you weren’t sure that would be totally true. Not only that, but you also had a lot of anxiety for what would happen if Bucky chose to attack this ship. You knew that he and his crew knew what they were doing, but this was a Navy vessel and you weren’t sure you could handle seeing anything happen to him.

As the sun started to set your heart began to sink, though Bucky could easily be planning to use the cover of night to his advantage, so you still had faith in him. Unfortunately, with that in mind, you didn’t sleep much. You had retired to your room, mostly so no one would question why you were still awake, and watching the rear of the ship, but you absolutely did not go to sleep.

Ultimately, the sun rose, and there had been no alarms raised. Leaving you to spend another day wandering the ship. This routine happened two more nights. You wouldn’t lie when you said you were starting to lose a bit of hope as you laced up your corset another day. You stood on the deck in your usual spot as you watched the sun rise. You had found that it truly was a beautiful sight, and if you weren’t sleeping anyway, you might as well enjoy something about this.

As you were admiring the colors that painted the sky, and in turn the ocean, you happened to notice a small spec of a shadow on the horizon. You discreetly got out your small telescope to see if you could get a better look. It was definitely a ship, you tried not to get your hopes up as it was too far away to be able to tell who it was.

You continued to track it over the next few hours, it was definitely gaining on you, and it wasn’t long before you were able to see that the flag flying were indeed those of the dread pirate Roberts.

Your heart felt light, even if you knew that a lot was about to happen, and that it wasn’t all going to be good, Bucky was coming for you and that had you smiling.  

“Captain! We have a ship gaining on us quickly!” You heard a sailor yell.

Without even thinking, you carefully made your way over the rail on the ship. You knew that their next step was to try and hide you below deck and you knew Bucky wouldn’t want to risk your safety so staying where he could see you would be best.

“Get (Y/N)! Take her below deck, we’ll take care of these pirates!”

“It’s Captain Roberts!”

“And we’re the Royal Navy, they don’t stand a chance.”

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” Peirce finally noticed you, holding onto the rail, on the wrong side of it.

“Take one step near me and I will jump!” You warned. While it probably wasn’t your smartest thought, you really did mean it. It was a calculated risk. To start, the chance that he or anyone else would take the risk is slim, but even if they did you were a good swimmer, and Bucky’s ship would be close within minutes.

There was no way that you were risking Bucky being this close and slipping through his grasp, and you hated to admit it but you still felt that no life was a better option than a life without him and definitely better than a life with the monster of a man that had you on this ship in the first place.

Looking down had to second guessing that choice for just a minute, but as you looked over, you saw Bucky’s ship, they were close, so close in fact, that you were convinced you could see the worry that was written over Bucky’s face.

“Get down from there!” Alexander shouted.

“Not going to happen. You will never have me. I am not a prize you can buy, and I am not some damsel that needs saving!” You shouted back.

In that moment he must have decided that he had had enough of your antics and he lunged for you. You decided that it was now or never, so with that thought in mind you kicked yourself off the naval ship.

You weren’t sure that anything could be worse than the moment of freefall but the second your body hit the ice cold water you realized you were wrong. It felt like you were being stabbed by a million small needles all over your body. You had to remind yourself that you needed to swim, you needed to break the surface or you would be dead.

You managed to get your head above the water, but found yourself unable to take a solid breath, stupid corset was restricting your every move. You pushed through the pain, and the black splotches that were dotting the edge of your vision, and fought to swim over to the pirate ship.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam were at the edge of the ship, a rope hung down so that you could get up. You managed to grab on, but one attempt at pulling yourself up and you realized it was useless.

Thank god, Bucky was observant enough  to realize you weren’t going to be able to get up yourself. “Hang on tight!” He instructed as he, Sam and Steve began to pull the rope up. As soon as you were close enough, Bucky was reaching over and pulled you the rest of the way up.

“What were you thinking! You could have died!” Bucky fretted over you.

“Can’t breath. Corset” You coughed out, not even paying enough attention to know what Bucky had been saying to you.

Not a second after you had uttered that you heard the sound of fabric ripping and you felt the immediate relief of the corset falling off your chest. You were immediately coughing, trying to get enough air in your lungs, as well as the water from your lungs. You weren’t sure if you were gripping Bucky hard or if he was gripping you more, but either way you took comfort in being in his arms as you listened to him whisper assurances in your ear as Steve barked orders to the men.

The cannons were a noise you were very used to at this point and you weren’t surprised to hear them going off. You could tell the Navy ship was trying to counter the attack but Bucky had had his ship better prepared than them so it wasn’t long before the firing stopped.

You pulled away slightly from him as you watched the Naval ship sinking. You knew that in theory you should feel bad, there were probably good men on that ship, people with families, but you couldn’t, not when you knew that this was the only way you could be free of Pierce trying to find you.

You had known that Bucky wouldn’t have shown the man who tried to take you from him any mercy and if you were being honest, you were thankful for that.

“I’m so sorry it took us so long” He whispered into your hair.

“I knew you’d come.” You told him.

“I will always come for you.” He agreed.

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