#winter soldier imagines
Bucky observed fascinated how all the little girls danced at their ballet lesson, speccially how his little girl did. Shine could be appreciated in Bucky’s eyes. He had been a good dancer when he lived in Brooklyn, so dancing for him was something special.
“Fathers, it’s your turn.” said your daughter’s teacher, raising his hands in an attempt to introduce them into the dance. The brown-haired girl run into Bucky’s arms, wanting to come back to his lesson.
“Follow my steps, daddy. Do whatever I do.” she said when they both reach out their positions.
Although he had never practiced ballet, it was quite cute to imitate the little girl’s movements.
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Bucky blinked a couple of times in the darkness. What time was it, even? He should be sleeping, the team needed to be up and moving again in the morning but he couldn’t shake the cold that had settled in his bones long enough to relax.
Bucky looked out the windowpane, and watched the snowflakes take their dance in the wintry air, pure water made all the more beautiful by the crystalline form. It was a pleasant view to watch at first, but when he turned his gaze up his stomach dropped. Snow clouds, silver and black, in a multitude of precious-metal hues, adorned the sky as if they were longing to kiss the land. His face turned pale in shock as lightning recharged his soul while the thunder resonated so deep in his bones.
Pulling away from the window, Bucky acknowledged how scared he was. It was then when those bad memories cut loose their chains and invaded his confidence, eroding the person he has built since those dark days.
He tried to mask his emotions, shut them down. Nevertheless, they troubled him more than he ever imagined now that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.
Nervously, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it. Breathing shallowly, he swung his head upon a familiar voice calling out his name.
“You can’t let those nightmares hunt you down forever, Buck,” you said as you stepped into the view, glass in hand.
“They aren’t nightmares,” he said, gulping a lump down his throat. As you sat down next to him, ready to listen, he looked at you and continued, “Can’t you see? That’s what I am, chaos in every aspect.”
With a sympathetic look, you shook your head and caressed his cheek. “No. That thing out there is anything but you, Buck. You have to let those dark days go.”
“Y/N, you clearly don’t see the-”
“Do you want to know what I see?” you cut him off, trying to catch his sight. “I see a man, a righteous one. One who’s loyal to his principles and friends, and would never do harm to anyone,” you whispered, leaning towards him. “That’s who you really are, Buck.”
Bucky was stiff and closed off on his seat, quite taken aback by your words. However, at the mere touch of your skin, he closed your eyes and let you nestle into his arms. He plopped his head down on your shoulder and snuggled in with a soft sigh, his lips curling upwards.
“Thank you,” he whispered voice barely audible.
“Anytime.”
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You heard the news from Natasha. The mission had gone terribly wrong. Your boyfriend had taken a massive hit for a civilian, covering their body when the building the team had been taking down self-destructed. However, he had a lot more strength inside him than the rest of the team thought. You knew that like no one better.
Standing next to Natasha, you waited for the team to arrive. As your lips quivered in sharp fear, she offered you a hand so you could hold yourself.
In a matter of minutes, Natasha gave Clint permission to land in the Compound’s hanger via comms, wheels kissing the cement with a small and joyous bounce.The breeze moved freely from front to back and the light cascaded from windows onto the planes as softly as forest sun onto trees. In short, there was no stuffiness and no odor save a tincture of kerosene.
Your heart dropped when the team stepped off the aircraft, being Bucky the last one. Smiling, from ear to ear, you started getting tears in your eyes as you both started running towards each other. You both embraced each other into a warm hug as tears ran down both of your faces
You had never felt like this before.
You pressed your forehead against his as both of you breathed in sync, and perhaps it was because you were meant to be together. As he held you in your arms, tears streamed down your face, body shuddered with the effort it took to rack each sob. You both tightened your grips, his fingers digging into your back as if someone would take you away from him.
His words finally reached out to you, “I missed you. Let’s not do that again.“
You didn’t answer, aware of what he was asking. His hands brushed your hair, traced down to your cheek, along your jaw, but then he plopped it back down to his side.
"Y/N, do you hear me?” he asked.
“I hear you,” you finally said. “…But the Avengers is your family and your job. The only thing that keeps you grounded, Buck. I need you here. Everyone needs here. Even if means I’ll cry over and over again.”
Bucky pulled away and slid his hands down to your waist and positioned himself to look you in the eyes. “Are you sure?” he raised an eyebrow, however, you responded with a nod.
“I guess this is home now”, you shrugged.
Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Modern!AU
Words: 1100
Summary: When your friend started dating a new guy, you didn’t think much of him, yes he was a biker, covered in tattoos, yes he had very similar friends, yet Steve was a good man, during a meeting you managed to catch the eyes of Bucky, and that’s when your life changed.
When Sharon started dating Steve, you had your doubts.
She often told you she only agreed to go out with him because he was dangerous. “Every girl likes a wild bad boy they cannot tame.” is what she said.
Although you didn’t agree with her reasoning you did agree. Every girl liked a bad boy. You just felt bad for Steve, he didn’t deserve this treatment. You only met him once when he picked up Sharon, although he had a hard exterior, the man was full of muscle and ink under his skin, yet his eyes were gentle and kind, and he spoke with such respect and kindness.
Sharon didn’t deserve Steve, even if she was your friend, you wished her happiness, but Steve was way too good for her, especially after hearing her reasons for dating him.
Steve invited you to a get together with his friends, he explained that two of his single friends will be there. And although you tried to decline, he managed to get you to agree.
So, you stood in front of your mirror, applying your make up, hair done and you already had your dress on. You were nervous but excited at the same time.
But, in the end, you decided to just have a good time.
When you arrived at the bar, Steve was already there but Sharon wasn’t, you noticed two men with Steve.
“Hi.” you said with a kind smile.
“Oh, Y/N! Lovely to see you! Come, these are my friends, Bucky and Sam.” both of them greeted you, Sam had a huge smile on his face, Bucky was more reserved as you noticed. You introduced yourself to them as Steve left to get you a drink.
The two were just like Steve, bikers, tough guys, but still kind. Both were covered in tattoos, Sam even had some on his neck, they both looked very very sexy.
They looked exactly like the kind of men your mother warned you about, and now you wanted it even more.
Sam loved to talk but he didn’t flirt with you, no he flirted with you FOR Bucky. He kept on saying how amazing Bucky is, how he wants to take you on a date and so on. You didn’t know what to say, since that wasn’t what Bucky was saying at all. He kept shaking his head and apologizing for his friend.
Then Sharon arrived, she and Steve, of course, being the only couple started to hit it off, while you spoke to Bucky and Sam, well more to Sam but Bucky was also there, paying a lot of attention.
You constantly noticed him just looking at you, not behind you, no one was behind you, you checked.
Then he stood up to get another round when Sam spoke up.
“He really does like you, I know.”
“He didn’t even speak to me.” your tipsy mind making it easier to speak.
“Maybe, but I can see it in his eyes, and I have known him for a long time, He never looked at a woman like he is looking at you.
You were doubtful, even made a face. You were about to respond when another pink cocktail landed in front of you, making you forget everything you wanted to say.
Four more pinky cocktails later, you were not wasted, but tipsy enough to laugh a bit louder, talk more freely and dance.
And oh boy, did you dance a lot.
You just grabbed Sharon and danced until your feet hurt or you got sobered up a bit and needed another drink.
You had a fun night.
But now you faced a little problem. You needed to go home and you hated taxis or uber…
“I can drop you off.” said a voice behind you as you were checking your phone for buses.
You turned around to find Bucky standing right behind you, with his bike keys in his hand.
“Oh, but you drank too.”
“I did but I stopped a while ago so I am sober now. Let me drop you off unless you are scared.”
“Scared? Me? Don’t make me laugh.”
You were never scared of vehicles.
Ever.
But sitting behind him, holding onto his waist… now that was a different thing. That made you extremely nervous.
Bucky was a really, really handsome man. He could have anyone so to be close to him like this, made you feel some kind of way.
Although he was rather quiet and reserved, he had a strong aura around himself. He looked like someone who was hard to approach, yet his eyes were so kind and his body was so warm, even in the cold evening, you could feel it radiating off of him.
When he arrived at your place, he helped you off your bike, you expected him to leave immediately but he didn’t.
“Thank you for the ride,” you said.
But he didn’t reply, he just looked at you, made you wonder if you had something on your face.
“Sam didn’t lie you know. About me liking you.” you didn’t know how to react or what to say. So you just stood there like an idiot, just staring at him and him staring at you. For a moment you thought you only imagined it, that he didn’t say anything. Maybe it was the shots you took playing with your mind.
“Huh?” was all you could manage and it made him laugh.
“I like you.” he was so straightforward.
“B-but…we just met, how can you be so sure?”
“I just have a feeling, so will you let me take you out on a date?”
Who would say no to that?
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You were anxious. Nervous. Extremely nervous.
Your date with Bucky was today, he would be at your place to pick you up at any moment.
You tried to look nice, did your hair, make up and wore nice clothing to impress him. You were trying way too hard, but a man like him is worth it.
And soon, maybe way too soon, you heard the recognizable sound of a motorbike stopping by your place.
This was it, you took a deep breath as your phone rang.
You didn’t pick up, instead grabbed your jacket and headed out.
Seeing him leaning against his bike, wearing dark jeans and a tight top did something to you.
And he smiled. Gosh, his smile was amazing.
It made you realize that there was nothing to worry about, you smiled back, and you just knew what he meant, that feeling, because at that moment you felt it too. And you knew everything will be okay.
Happiness.
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I owe you guys an apology
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, since I wrote anything to be honest
Every time I say I’ll do a challenge, or a request, all I’m hoping is that I’ll have the courage to write again, to enjoy doing it again.
The excuse I’ve given you is that I’m a student and university takes most of my time. While that’s partially true, there’s also another issue that I’ve tried to ignore.
Maybe you’ve read one of my Charles Xavier’s request, Pocrescophobia. If so, you know what I’m going to say.
The reason I’m not writing anymore is because I’m sick. Mentally sick. Which is still hard to admit if you ask me. I’ve created a whole world made of numbers, disgust and self-hatred. My doctor call it anorexia, I just call it hell.
I’m sorry I’ve not been present, I’m sorry I’ve stopped writing. A lot of you send me messages to know when I’ll be back, and the answer is I don’t know. “Recovery” is awfully painful but I promise I’ll be back with more stories, I just don’t know when.
Jaymes.
