FOR@ghostofreggie WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU.
Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.
The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.
A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.
The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”
The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”
He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.
“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.
His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.
He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.
But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…
“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.
You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…
There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.
“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.
Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?
A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.
The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.
“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.
“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.
“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.
“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.
“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.
“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.
You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.
You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.
“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.
“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.
Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.
A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.
Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.
It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.
A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.
There was Bucky…
His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.
“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.
“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.
“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.
The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.
You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.
“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.
“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.
“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.
You loved him.
Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.
But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.
He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.
You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.
You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.
Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.
You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.
His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.
Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.
“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.
Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.
He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.
You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.
Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.
You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.
“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.
You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.
The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.
He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.
You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.
The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.
Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.
“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.
He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.
His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.
Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.
“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.
“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.
“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.
“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.
“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.
In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.
We were walking around central park. It was our first time hanging out together, just the two of us. I was kinda nervous. I can feel my hands getting sweaty and I can’t stop playing with my hands. We were just walking around the lake. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to say something that would make me sound weird. I wanted you to say something first because I’m really bad when it comes to starting conversations.
“So, did you enjoy today?” You finally spoke, which I was happy you did.
“Yea I did,”
“Good. I’m glad you did. I did too.”
I smiled to myself while looking down and blushing. You always knew what to say to make me smile.
“I hope we can do this again. Maybe we can go to the museum. I know how much you love that place.” You said to me.
“Ha, yea. That would be fun.” I responded back to you
We kept walking around the lake. I kept looking at the ducks in the lake. I could feel you looking at me but I was too shy to look back at you. I look back down at the floor and I catch a glimpse of your hand and all I could think about was wanting to touch it. If your hands were as sweaty as mine. How much bigger they would be compared to my small hands. But I know I shouldn’t it because what if you thought it was too early to hold my hand and you felt uncomfortable. I really liked you and I didn’t want to ruin my chances by doing something stupid.
“Do you think we should head back to your place now? I know you have to get up early tomorrow for work.” You asked me
“Yea. We should probably head back. I don’t want to stay out too late because I know that I probably won’t be able to get out of back early.” I giggled
“I figured you weren’t a morning person.” You chuckled at me.
We finally started walking back to my apartment. It was only about a 15-minute walk back. The whole time were talking about how great the day was.
Halfway into the walk, I can feel your hand brushing against mine. I know you can feel my hand to and the thought of that made me look at the floor and blush. You looked at me and gave me a small smile. I smiled back and look forward at the crosswalk in front of us.
I then felt your fingers interwind with mine. Your right hand was holding my left hand. I was so happy that you grab mine, because I didn’t have to gust to. I can feel the leather of your glove against my skin. And for the rest of the walk, our hands were holding each other and we were walking in silence.
We finally arrived back at my apartment building. We both walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the apartment building door.
“I had a really good time today,” you said to me as you released my hand.
“Yea. I did too. I hope we can do this again maybe?” I said questionably.
“Yes, I would like that.”
“Well, I should probably head up to bed.”
“Good idea. Call me before you go to sleep?” you asked
“Yea I will. Goodnight Bucky.”
“Goodnight Doll.”
After you said, I walked back up to my apartment and all I can think about is how you make me feel and that I can’t want to see you again.
a/n. this is my first fanfic, so if you don’t mind can you pls share and send me your feedback <3
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?
—
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.
whoa. haven’t been on this page for over 2 years now and it’s crazy how time flies. a lot has changed since then, but my love for marvel and all its characters hasn’t. reading some of my work after this much time makes me happy and sad. happy because I love creative writing so much and all the different pieces I did. but, sad because I don’t know if I still have it in me. should I try again?
This is SO CUTE!!! Sweet and a bit hot but oh so loving. I adore the relationship Bucky has with his daughter and how patient he is with the reader. Aaagggh. And how SOFT he gets for her just makes my heart melt.
The way Bucky moves behind her to rest his hand on her shoulders? Gold. The way he just holds her? PeRfEcT. The ways he shows her how much he loves her????!!! my HEART.
And sweet Elaine is just so perfect. Love her innocent yet so smart attitude and ways she approaches life. Adorable.
(Not sure if you know, but I think the link for “Reminder” is broken, as I can’t seem to access it. ..)
Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of violence/war (brief), smut, threesome, mention of pain kink (brief).
A/N: Welcome to the complicated world I created just for us.
The first time Bucky had seen you had been the same as today; you walking away, unaware of his gaze. This time however it wasn’t in the streets of Bucharest, rather the heart of New York City. This time, you weren’t walking away to be unsuspicious, to remain another face in the crowd while secretly determining how to help Steve convince him that Captain America wanted to help Bucky. No, now you were walking alone, leaves crunching underfoot as you hurried away from the Tower with fresh tears staining your cheeks.
The biggest difference, however, was that Bucky knew you now. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone when he hurried out of the Tower after you. He followed, unsure of what exactly was going on but knowing enough to keep a polite distance. He had been showering when you were in the kitchen with Steve, having a conversation, and had been dressing when the sound of the front door slamming met his ears, followed by Steve cursing aloud.
As much as he wanted to comfort him, Bucky knew that you needed him more, and so he followed.
He’d been mesmerized by you the moment he saw you that first time. You were with Steve, hunting him—the Winter Soldier—trying to find Bucky before SHIELD or anyone else could. He remembers being torn between looking at Steve, taking in how his best friend had changed over all the years that had passed while he was the Winter Soldier, and gazing at you. Your face was almost like an open book; he could read every expression upon it even with such limited knowledge of who you even were.
The first time he saw Steve touch you in an affectionate way that signalled the romance between you, Bucky had felt a ripping tear in his heart. He had always loved Steve. He would, he knew, until the day he died. But it wasn’t quite jealousy that he felt as he surreptitiously surveyed the two of you from the containment pod he’d been placed in after you had all been arrested. It was a new feeling, a mixture of deep longing and sorrow, intense attraction, a need to feel wanted.
To love and be loved endlessly.
And then they were all on the run, and Bucky found himself readjusting to his mind and body, while simultaneously falling for you and harder for Steve. It was a confusing, difficult time—he had always been unsure and afraid of how he felt for Steve Rogers. For so much time to have passed, to feel those things for his best friend again, it was overwhelming. Add to that the way he reverently admired you, and he wasn’t functioning at his best. It was months of the best kind of agony before he snuck away with Steve to Wakanda.
Now though, as you walked quickly up ahead, it wasn’t about Steve, or Bucky even. It was about you, and the ways you had suffered since Bucky came into your life. You were like a bright star in everyone’s life, a constant, strong and beautiful and so full of life—but your gasping cries that you were attempting to suppress, which his enhanced hearing caught with ease, told him you were breaking.
Breaking because you were in an impossible situation, between Steve and him. If you were a star-Steve was the sun, and that meant that he, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, was the moon. And you were stuck between them. Between the sun and the moon.
“Peach,” He finally called to you when you crossed a busy street with barely a glance and a taxi screeched to a stop, laying on his horn. You ignored the taxi and Bucky, continuing your path to the East River and he quickened his steps until he was level with you, resisting the urge to pull you into his side protectively.
For a few minutes, he walked in tandem with you, his eyes darting around instinctively, though it was a beautiful fall day and most people were trying to spend the time in parks or buildings with good views of Central Park, not aggressively marching toward the river. When it was within sight, you broke the silence, your voice low, “He told you?”
Bucky knew that this would happen, which was why he’d told Steve to rethink how he spoke to you—but stubborn as ever, Steve Rogers had trouble taking that sort of advice. “Last night, Peach. He knew I saw it coming, wanted me to be prepared for when you were told.”
“I just,” You stop abruptly, spinning to look up at Bucky and he instantly tugs you closer, his metal arm securing around your waist. “I don’t get why he’s acting like…all secretive with me. Does he not think I’d understand or support him?” You brush furiously at a few tears that leak out of your eyes and Bucky glances around, spotting a vacant storefront vestibule to stand in, out of the way of the sidewalk traffic.
He leads you there gently, mulling over his response. “I think he worries the most about the differences between us and you. He—and I—we’re in our late thirties, but really we’re over a hundred, Peach,” Bucky smooths his flesh thumb across your cheek, “After everything that happened, and losing Tony, rebuilding…it took its toll on all of us but you keep going. You are so strong and ready to do what you can every single day, and I’m sure he’s afraid what you’ll think of his decision.”
“He’s retiring from being Captain America, Bucky. He’s not going to stop being Steve Rogers. He’s not going to stop being one of the loves of my life. Steve knows that I—that we both—would support him no matter what.”
Bucky sighed, nodding in agreement and preparing to tell you a truth he’d hoped to avoid. He gave himself away, his jaw tensing, and you narrowed your eyes slightly, waiting. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want—need—you to think about it before you react, alright?” You gave a stiff nod, shoulders tense, and he could hear the rate of your heartbeat increase slightly. “First, he didn’t tell me this. He doesn’t know that I know. I overheard him talking to Bruce before he did the time jump to return the stones.”
Both of you remembered that day clearly, it had been a beautiful, sunny morning and yet there was so much grief and exhaustion left from the recent defeat of Thanos. It didn’t feel like a victory, in many ways. “What did you hear, Bucky?”
“They were sitting together, finalizing the plans and Steve said he wondered if he shouldn’t come back. If he should stay in the past and start fresh, and let us move on together,” Bucky saw the hurt and surprise in your eyes as you stared up at him, and wished he didn’t have to tell you this. He always hated saying anything that didn’t make you happy. “He thinks we love each other enough to be able to live without him. But he said he couldn’t bring himself to do it, because he selfishly loves us both too much. And he feels horrible for choosing his own happiness, at that moment. Bruce disagreed, but you know how Steve can get.”
“Bucky,” You pressed closer to him, wide eyes are drawn with hurt, “He was going to just…stay? Never see us again and not even tell us?” Though it had been several months since that revelation that Bucky wasn’t even supposed to have heard, it felt fresh again as he saw the same heartache cut at you that he had experienced. But the tears surprised him; your face crumples as he nods to your words and then you’re crying and he can’t figure out why, when you were always the one to grow angry, to rage until Bucky could calm you, or Steve could distract you.
He gathers you closer, a noise of protest rumbling in his chest at your tears, and he smooths his hands down your hair and leans closer, “Peach, talk to me. What’s going on—why did you run out like that?” Usually, when one or both of them upset you or frustrated you—a rare occasion—you would go on a walk to cool your head. Bucky had anticipated that you would do the same today, after speaking with Steve. But he’d been surprised at the way you slammed out of the penthouse.
It just wasn’t like you; when you were angry enough you stuck around and raged. Inevitably calming enough to allow them to care for you—Steve was the passionate one, Bucky was the protective one, and you were the calm between them that made the dynamic work so well. Your every action today was unlike you, and it concerned him.
You sniffled a few times before drawing your head from his chest and glancing around, “It’s just, he said that he wants to travel, and find a home that’s out of the city—all things we’ve all spoken about before. Only he said ‘Doll, you and Bucky are my life, but you don’t have to change your whole life because of me.’ He said I’d already sacrificed too much, Bucky,” Your eyes find him again, and you bring your hands to clutch at his jacket. “What if he’s regretting not staying back? What if he wanted to find that woman—Peggy?—and just start over? And now he’s trying to get rid of me, knowing you’ll follow, so he can-”
“No,” Bucky growled, cutting you off and capturing your face gently in his hands, “No Peach, that’s not it. I promise you he doesn’t want to leave us, not for anything or anyone,” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, “Now, let me take you home. Steve went out, he knew you’d need space. He’s visiting Rhodey, so we have the place to ourselves.”
You searched Bucky’s face and found no reason to disbelieve him because he never could lie to you. He could omit or avoid like a pro, but straight-out lies weren’t something he could do to you. That was another difference between Bucky and Steve, that he could never lie and yet Steve would want to protect you from more truths, it’s why the relationship worked so well. They balanced one another, and you grounded them.
The walk home was silent, but you held his hand tight in yours and didn’t object when he tucked you into his side when the Tower came into view. It was much busier here, with the Tower being next to Grand Central Station, and he liked to avoid crowds, leading you along carefully. He could tell that there was a reason behind your evident fear today, yet he couldn’t get a read on it. Nothing over the last few days had seemed amiss, other than Steve’s eyes clouding over as he considered how to speak to you about his retirement.
He broke while in the elevator, unable to stand another moment so unsure of your thoughts. After asking FRIDAY to bring you both to the main residence, he blurted out, “what’s going on, really?”
You shift uncomfortably, your eyes flickering away from his and landing somewhere on the marble flooring of the elevator. When it dings the arrival and the doors open to the quiet penthouse, you rush out and he has to follow you—this is the sort of behaviour that would make Steve throw you over his shoulder. Bucky, however, was the talker.
“Peach,goddamn it, where are you going?”
He can see exactly where you were heading but hoped to get you speaking. You just continued toward the bedroom—the large primary suite that you shared with Bucky and Steve. When you entered, you went straight into the ensuite and Bucky heard your stomach make an alarming noise at the same moment you dropped to your knees and emptied its contents into the toilet.
Bucky shot forward, panicked, one hand snatching carefully at your hair and holding it back for you while he felt your forehead with the other. It was instinct to check your temperature, but the thing was, it did no good. You never got sick. You wretched again, this time only throwing up bile, and Bucky grunted in frustration—you did not get sick. He’d never even seen you even so much as cough.
“I’m okay,” You’re panting, though you seem to be done and he flushes the toilet before lifting and carrying you to sit on a lounger near the large soaker tub. He then gets you a glass of cold water and watches as you greedily drink it down. “Thank you—Bucky, stop glowering, I’m alright.”
You reach out for him and he drops to sit in front of you, frowning. “You don’t get sick. You’ve never been sick a day in your life, and you’re this calm after-after that? What the hell?” He grabs your hands in his own and gives you a desperate look as he pushes his enhanced senses to their limit. He can hear the steady beat of your heart, the air moving through your lungs. You smell like peaches, though there’s a mix of vomit polluting that and he thinks there might be something else there, but before he can lean in to start sniffing you, you hiccup. “Damn it, what is going on?”
It was a universally known truth that you could not be harmed, get ill, or die. Your powers, since birth, healed you too quickly. Even small bodily reactions that a normal person might have—a cough, sneeze, hiccup—didn’t affect you. Your powers healed even those irritants so quickly that you weren’t affected. He’d seen you take serious, life-ending hits at the battle in Wakanda against Thanos’s army, and you simply shook them off. Fear and panic were now at the forefront of his mind, forcing him to imagine your abilities fading, injuries and illness overwhelming you and your body shutting down, decaying…
“Hey, stay here with me, Bucky,” You coo, your soft voice pulling him from the swirling mix of emotions, “It’s not what you’re thinking. I just, I don’t know how…I thought Steve…”
You trail off and he gazes at you in bewilderment, “Peach, give me something here or I’m calling Dr. Banner.” His voice is determinedly steady, despite his confusion and frustration.
“He already knows about this,” You reply, you’re expression full of emotion. “We—the three of us—we haven’t talked about this yet. I don’t know what either of you…Christ. Bucky, I’m pregnant.”
Immediately his concern that you were on death’s door evaporates and instead is replaced with a dawning sort of emotion, a flurry where he can’t quite feel any specific one. “You—oh my god, Peach!” He reaches for you and plants you on his lap. After a pause, he pulls back and hits the brakes before showing too much excitement, “Wait—I know we haven’t talked about this, and I don’t know what you’re feeling about it but I want you to know I support you no matter what, alright? Are you—did you want…?”
A smile flickers across your face, “I’m happy I’m having a baby. It’s everything else. We were still figuring this—us—out. And Steve wants to retire and this is just another big life event and it’s—“
You break off, giving Bucky an uncertain look, your lower lip drawing between your teeth. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “Tell me. No holding back on this, we’re going to figure it all out, so spill.”
“But that’s just it, Bucky. We needed to talk about this before I got pregnant, and I wasn’t expecting to—well, before the blip I was on birth control.”
You’re looking at Bucky but the words don’t seem to sink in the way you expected, and he frowns when you run a hand over your face. “Okay…”
“I was on birth control, and Steve and I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks before we came back to you in Wakanda.”
Bucky blinks, twice, slowly. He stares at you, “I—but I was the only one who—”
“Right, and Bruce puts the baby at just over twelves weeks. I got pregnant that day, we blipped, and when we came back it…continued. The baby, it’s yours Bucky, and I don’t even know how to tell Steve because—“
Bucky’s head jerks to the door before you finish speaking, his hearing catching the breath that his tall, lifetime friend and lover draws in upon hearing your words. You follow Bucky’s gaze in confusion, and he watches as you meet Steve’s eyes.
“Doll, did you just say you’re pregnant?”
Three Months Before
When Bucky wakes from cryo, the first thing he does is ask after Steve and you. Ayo is kind and updates him, assures him that you’re both fine, if still on the run. He hates himself for leaving, even though he knows it was the right decision. He was too much of a liability, being on the run with you and Steve and Sam. He thinks back to the night, a few weeks into running, that you had asked him not to leave because you sensed his turmoil and guilt.
And there had been no point in lying, even if he could lie to you, he knew that your powers extended past healing—they included an extra sense for emotions that hurt the brain. Sadness was natural; he could feel it and you wouldn’t know. But the guilt he put on his shoulders? That you seemed to sense, and you tried convincing Bucky he didn’t need to feel guilty for the things he had done, for what HYDRA had done to him.
He let you think that was the only reason he went into cryo.
Ayo spends the weeks following his awakening working hard to rid Bucky of the conditioning that the HYDRA scientists had etched into his brain. It’s painful, physically and emotionally, but every time he loses hope and grows tired he thinks of Steve and you, that cabin in the middle of nowhere. The way you smelled like peaches, and what it felt like to watch Steve press gentle kisses to your forehead, that surge of affection and longing.
He weeps when the work is done–after Ayo has tested him to prove that the words no longer have any effect on him—that he will never be under the control of anyone ever again is so freeing that he cries as though being reborn, and he doesn’t know how to thank her, or the other Wakandan’s who aided in the research to help him. He spends the next several months helping in any way he can, anywhere in Wakanda. The nub where his left arm used to be healed from the metal arm being torn off, his hair grew, and the time in the sun gave his skin a glow.
At night, he falls asleep dreaming of you and Steve before the nightmares twist in, overtaking the warm thoughts and splaying the Winter Soldier’s memories out for him to rewatch. There isn’t a full night’s sleep, and he never climbs into his bed. It helps that the floor of his room within the Wakandan palace is laid with fine and cool marble, the hard surface a distraction, the super-soldier serum ensuring he doesn’t feel pain from tossing and turning night after night on the floor.
Now, he wonders if it’s the sun-kissed skin or longer hair or frown lines that make you freeze when you step off the ship, paces behind Steve, who goes straight for the King, T’Challa, in a warm greeting. Bucky had only found out you were coming that very morning when the King approached him with a final gift—a vibranium arm, black laced with gold—and told him that a fight was on its way. Ayo was the one to explain to him in greater detail what was happening; who the enemy was, and who was coming to help protect Wakanda.
The way your eyes widen tells him you weren’t expecting to see him—you must have thought he’d still be frozen, or that he had left Wakanda. Likewise, Bucky gazes at you, seeing you for what feels nearly like the first time, so different as he was now. Your hair is much longer as well, braided back off your face, and you wear a tactical suit that looks expensive and sturdy. You look beautiful, though the sight of you in battle gear makes his heart sting, and the moment the feeling moves through him, he sees you flinch.
Before he can move, King T’Challa steps into his view, blocking you, and is ushering Steve in his direction. His best friend looks different too—his eyes are tired, though they’re bright when they meet his own, and his hair is longer than Bucky had ever seen it, a beard to match that stirs something inside of him. Bucky hears himself say something witty, but he’s focused on the way Steve’s expression changes before they embrace.
His breath is cool on Bucky’s ear, “Missed you, Buck. Both of us.”
It’s been several hours and you haven’t come near him. Bucky watches you, longs to go to you and beg for forgiveness, but battle plans are being made and there’s so much activity that it’s not possible to storm across the room. So he watches you, studies the tension in your shoulders, and he sees you flinch, even let out small gasps that you hide behind false coughs, and he realizes that the room is swirling with too many negative emotions and you’re overwhelmed.
When you finally meet his gaze from across the room, Bucky holds it and lets himself feel the desperation for you. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve glance between you both, then returns his attention to the conversation around him. You must get a read on something from Steve because you reach a handout and press it to his wrist and he visibly relaxes. His gaze falls to you and there’s a brief, silent exchange there that Bucky can’t understand, and then you’re walking across the room to Ayo.
She smiles at you politely. When you speak to her, your voice is too low even for Bucky to hear because of all the voices in the room, but he watches intently as Ayo grows confused, then understanding clears her expression and she smirks at you knowingly. With a nod to another Wakandan, who she says something to briefly, you’re sweeping out of the room, following them hastily.
Bucky doesn’t hesitate to move around the room and Ayo’s eyes follow him the entire time, lit with amusement. “Where did she go?” He demands, his voice low with respect but edged.
Ayo only smiles wider, “You might want to make a visit to your room, White Wolf.”
He gives her a curt nod before hurrying away, his mind running hundreds of scenarios, most of them involving you slapping him for leaving the way he did. He wouldn’t blame you for that sort of reaction; he spent months building a friendship with you while on the run, promising he wouldn’t disappear, and then pulled Steve into his plan to escape to Wakanda for the proffered cryo containment.
When he gets to his room, footsteps heavy, the door is ajar and he steps inside quietly, pushing it shut behind him. You’re standing at his bedside table, a hand tracing over the book he was reading—The Hobbit, an old favourite.
“You don’t need to feel so guilty, Bucky. I knew you were going to leave.”
He stills, surveying you slowly and lifting his brows as he considers the implication behind your words. “You can sense…me, that well?”
You shrug, turning to face him and crossing your arms, “If I really focus, I can pick up on a lot of emotions. But certain people give off more, or I’m tuned into them better, I guess.”
“And I’m one of the ones you can tune into…?”
“One of the only ones I can to that degree, actually.”
Your gaze falls away and you bite your lip, as if aware that you’ve revealed more than you’d wanted to. Bucky frowns, “Who else can you—?”
“My parents. Steve. You,” A thrill runs down his spine at the admission, and hope flares within. You must feel it because you smile. “Come on, Bucky Barnes. You must have realized how I felt. Feel.”
He ignores that comment for a moment. “I thought you could only feel the negative emotions?”
“Apparently that limitation doesn’t apply to you, Steve or my parents.” You reply curtly, eyeing Bucky now and he knows you want him to address what you said.
“I…don’t think I deserve to be grouped with them,” He admits, and you tilt your head, frowning. “Peach, Steve is my best friend. And I care about you too Goddamn much to even entertain—”
When you let out a soft chuckle, he breaks off and stares at you in surprise. “Entertain? Bucky, I think we can all agree that whatever this is between us, it’s out of our control. And I thought Steve was dense when it came to emotions,” You take a few steps closer, tilting your head to gaze up at him. “I know you love him. And that he loves you. The feelings between you both—Christ, they’re intense. You both sucked me right into them without realizing it. The desire and guilt and fucking turmoil.”
Bucky shifts, running a hand through his hair. “Peach, he and I have always—but we never, and would never, not now.” He can’t say it, can’t admit to himself or out loud what he means, even if you understand him.
“I hope you’re not letting yourself be old school, Bucky. Because Steve certainly doesn’t.”
He frowns, confused, “What does that even mean?”
You meet his eyes and there’s an emotion there that doesn’t make sense to Bucky. “He thinks of you—and thought of you well before we knew you were alive. What you two had, back then it was more emotional than anything, and I get that. But it’s always been meant to be so much more. And I don’t know how I fit into that, all I know is that when I’m riding Steve and I mention you, it never fails to send him straight over the edge.”
“Jesus, Peach, what are you doing?” He interjects, heat blooming across his cheeks. His heartbeat triples, the memories of those long nights spring forth, the nights where the most they allowed physically was brushing their hands together. It had felt like almost enough, but as he pictures Steve with you, the feeling in his chest liquifies, molten pooling in his stomach.
“I’m saying what you’re too afraid to. You love Steve, and he’s always loved you Bucky,” You close the gap now, and it’s when your chest brushes against his shirt that he realizes he’s nearly panting. “And I—I love you both, and I know Steve feels the same way. So really, it all comes down to you.”
“I—what are you even saying? I don’t understand this, Peach.” He’s desperate for you to turn the conversation onto a clearer path, because where he thinks this is going sounds both too good to be true, and terrifying. You smile softly, eyes heavy now with desire and he wants to groan.
“I love it when you call me Peach,” You say, voice sugar sweet and dangerous, “This is a lot, I know. But in case we die today, I wanted you to know, and I wanted to do this.”
Bucky instinctively catches you when you raise to your tip-toes and throw your arms around his neck. He gasps the moment your lips meet his, capturing them in a searing kiss he doesn’t even try to resist. It’s too late now; he can hear your heart, smell the tang of your arousal, taste the goddamn peach flavour on your tongue. You pull back as though to end the kiss, as if he would want you to, and make a noise that shoots straight to his hardening cock when he gently grips your face with one hand and pulls you back to his lips.
He uses the way your mouth opens to moan to slide his tongue in again and you press your body harder against his own. It’s only a few minutes, but the message behind your words sinks in—they could all die today.
And he doesn’t want to die not knowing what it’s like to be with you.
When you bite at his lip teasingly moments later and your hands slide to unbutton his pants, everything becomes a flurry of motion and clothing being tugged off until you stare at one another in nothing but your underwear.
Bucky surveys you and he sees the definition of beauty. He takes a step back and gazes at you, letting his eyes move slowly from head to toe, taking in the flush of your skin, the tightened buds barely hidden beneath the soft fabric of your bra. He appreciates that you have a body unique and all your own, yet reminiscent of his time, of Steve’s time. Curvy, full-figured, utter perfection. When he meets your eyes, a strong surge of possessiveness courses through him and your eyes flutter in response, your powers capturing the emotion.
“Buckyplease, touch me.”
He drops to his knees and shuffles towards you, pressing his face to your stomach, and trailing kisses along the soft skin. His hand—the real one—caresses your leg and cups your behind, resulting in a soft sigh from you, and he smiles before hooking his fingers around your panties and ripping them off. He half expects you to object, instead, you giggle. He made you giggle.
“Something funny, Peach,” He murmurs, tracing gently over the neatly trimmed curls before him, then along the seam of your sex. You whimper, trembling, and he pauses to glance up at you, waiting for a reply.
“I—it’s just, Steve does that too.”
There’s something about the way you say it and the image that Bucky’s mind conjures, it sends a roll of desire down his body and he’s standing in a flash, lifting you before dropping you gently onto his bed and climbing over your body. He cages you in and licks and nips at your skin, marking you, and you give soft moans of delight, writhing around eagerly. He’s surprised at the speed at which things intensify, but then, he’s always known how imminent battle brings things to the surface.
Bucky has to press his hips down to help still you, and then he slips his right hand down to your core, fingers skimming along as he watches your eyes, pupils blown out in desire. “So wet for me, Peach.” He dips two fingers into the wet heat of you, and your eyes roll in response. He can’t help but let out a grunt as he realizes how tight you are, “Fuck, how are you thistight?”
It was a rhetorical question that you answer regardless, “Healing powers, Bucky,” There’s a pause as the words register in his brain, and he must be showing his confusion because you laugh and elaborate, “Cell regeneration, Sergeant. You can do whatever you want to me and it all goes right back to this. Steve’s tested the theory more than enough times.”
“Fuck,” He hisses, pulling his hand from you and licking his fingers clean. Salt and peach, just the perfect balance; he groans, “What does Steve do to you, Sweet Peach?” He whispers, and you whimper for him, your hips fighting unsuccessfully against the weight of him, desperate to seek more friction.
When he doesn’t relent, you get feistier, “You want to hear all about how Stevie fucks me, Bucky? Want me to tell you how good he is, holds me down and just doesn’t stop, how if it’s too much all I have to do is mention you and he’ll come in seconds for me?”
Bucky growls again, dipping his head and sinking his teeth into your neck. He doesn’t go too hard, but you whimper so happily he half wonders if he should. The very small (at the moment) active part of his brain thinks that you might have a bit of a pain kink. But the rest of him is hyper-focused on you and the dirty admissions you’re making, and he grounds his hips down after pushing your legs apart. The cloth of his boxers is the only thing separating your heat from his steel erection and you both make noises of desire at the feeling.
“So—uh, so that’s what really gets you going, Bucky? Because it’s the same for Steve, he loves when I talk about you,” You’re practically purring now, and Bucky still presses kisses along your body, overwhelmed yet more turned on than he’s ever been. “I can talk about him, for you, or…fuck, or I—”
You break off abruptly and Bucky looks up from where he’d been paying your breasts attention. “Peach?”
You struggle to sit up on your elbows, your eyes focused on him intensely, “I can show you.”
Bucky becomes aware of the breathing behind him about one second after you speak, and then your eyes flicker over his shoulder and instinct makes him whirl protectively, his vibranium arm covering your chest, but his eyes don’t find a threat.
No, it’s Steve, and Bucky is about to jump away from you and starting apologizing, but then he registers the look on his friend’s face. Cornflower blue iris’ swallowed up by desire-blown pupils, his breathing heavy and ragged, lower lip drawing between his teeth. One hand is still on the lock to Bucky’s room, twisted in place. When he speaks, his voice is so low Bucky wonders if you can even hear it. “We’ve got some time.”
He’s across the room in two steps, pausing at the edge of the bed and slowly, carefully, pushing one hand up Bucky’s neck and into his hair. He’s still got his arm over your chest and glances your way, unsure of what to do. But you’re laying there with a pleased and excited expression, watching them, and when you meet Bucky’s eyes you smile encouragingly.
Taking that as permission, he looks back up at his best friend and lets his lips part, and Steve moves instantly. It’s not like it was kissing you, a different version of perfection; this kiss is hard and almost furious, pent-up feelings coming to the surface and demanding attention. Steve’s grip turns rough and then he lets out a frustrated, longing sound that tears right through Bucky’s heart.
You feel it all, the turmoil, the grief and longing, evident when you whimper as though in pain and they break apart to look at you, each panting for air. Steve’s hard gaze softens, “Darling, we’re okay. Come here.”
You reach out and Bucky almost wants to move back and out of the way, but when Steve shifts he lets his hand fall to Bucky’s shoulder and encourages him to stay still. Climbing behind you, Steve pushes the cushions off the bed, and settles down, his legs on either side of your curvy frame, and then tugs at Bucky. You put a hand on Steve’s leg, then one on Bucky’s real arm, and instantly he feels soothed, the cool wash of your powers helping him to focus.
You’re leaning back against Steve’s chest as he tugs Bucky closer, his body hovering over yours as his lips are captured again by the blonde. He groans, falling into the kiss without hesitation, and thanks to you he doesn’t feel as conflicted. Your powers don’t manipulate feelings, they just soothe the ones that grow too intense and help to refocus thoughts. And now all of his thoughts are split to you and Steve; the taste of his friend’s mouth. The heat of their tongues dancing. The feel of you trembling between them.
He kisses Steve like he’d wanted to for decades, nothing holding him back now. After a few moments, he shifts slightly so that he can run his metal arm over you, and he isn’t sure if you’ll like that, but when he pinches a nipple between the cool fingertips, you let out a sound that shoots straight to his already rock hard cock and he swears he feels himself spurt pre-cum.
Steve breaks the kiss, gazing at Bucky with such adoration that he thinks he may have fallen into a dream. “Gotta take care of our girl, Buck.” Steve slides a hand across your stomach and dips between your legs and you jerk in response, mouth falling open deliciously, but he can’t move yet, pausing to look between Steve and you.
“Ourgirl?”
Steve grabs Bucky’s free hand with his own, squeezing, “Ours. We’re…all each others, and we can figure that out after we save the world, okay?”
Bucky seeks your eyes out, and you smile, “Bucky, please, I need you.” You almost whine and it makes his lips twist into a smirk. Steve smiles wider, and Bucky is mesmerized by the dynamic between you both, watching as he leans his head to your ear.
“You ready for Bucky, darling? He’s much sweeter than me, but he’s also a lot thicker…” Steve’s honey-coated words make you grow wet enough that they both groan at the scent, and Bucky hastily pushes his boxers off. Steve grunts at the sight of him, thick and red with desire, and his hands move to push your legs apart, baring you wide. “Look at this pretty little pussy, Buck. Just waiting for you.”
He runs himself through your soaked folds and the heat and wetness make him groan harshly, “Peach, you sure about this?” He seeks consent one last time, needing to hear you tell him this is what you want because he’s still unsure if this is real. It could all be a dream, and he wouldn’t ever want to wake up.
“I want you, Bucky, I promise.”
You wriggle your hips slightly, and Steve presses soft kisses to your temple, eyes on Bucky as he reaches down and pulls your hips right off of the bed, lining you up between himself and Steve so that you no longer touch the bed. He slides forward slowly, savouring the feel of your tight cunt, his breath punching out ragged.
“Damn it,” He growls, sinking deeper and deeper and your eyes squeeze shut from the bliss of the stretch and he finds himself looking into Steve’s eyes as he bottoms out. You whimper, sweet little noises he has to speak over as he holds his best friend’s gaze. “So fucking tight. Our girl, she’s perfect Steve.” He moans out, and Steve responds with a noise low in his chest.
“She’ll take whatever you want to give, Bucky. Greedy little thing,” He then dips his head to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and sinks his teeth into the soft skin, nearly hard enough to draw blood. You cry out and your cunt clenches him, confirming his theory of your enjoyment of pain. It must be a reaction to your powers, which work fast enough to prevent you from feeling any real pain for long enough to have an effect. You enjoy the brief sting that a super soldier can bring out.
Even still, with that knowledge, that protective feeling surges to an almost animalistic level within him and he growls low, glaring at Steve, who grins as he licks the already soothed skin. “See what I mean, Peach? He’s the softer one, he’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
You moan in response and Bucky starts to rut in and out of you, his eyes moving between your face and Steve’s. Your tits bounce with every thrust and you whimper softly, “Bucky—please.” Your hands are gripping his forearms, legs tightly would around his hips as he fucks into you hard.
His voice is tight when he speaks, “She’s mine too, now.”
Steve’s eyes instantly flash with mischief, and he responds to Bucky’s words by leaning down to bite you again. Only, this time, Bucky moves quickly; he grabs Steve by the hair and draws him closer, capturing his lips against his own. Steve nips and he can feel him smiling, then tugs you so that you’re partly folded between them, your back flush against his chest. Shuffling forward, Bucky starts to hit a spot within you that has you crying out in pleasure.
It’s easily the hottest experience of his long life, kissing Steve while fucking you, feeling the way that you both react to him. “Stevie, it’s so good, I can’t, I can’t—” You plead, and he interrupts you before Bucky can grow concerned and cease his relentless pounding.
“Darling, you know you can,” Steve replies, not unkind, “Show Bucky how good you are for us.”
Bucky glares at him, then focuses his attention on you as Steve chuckles warmly, “What do you need, Peach?”
“I don’t…I’m not sure, it’s just so good—Bucky, you’re so perfect,” You’re babbling and he realizes that you’re cock-drunk, which is why Steve is so amused.
He smiles at you and presses his lips to yours, then leans back and starts to hammer himself in and out of you, watching your face closely for any sign of discomfort. Instead, you squeal and your whole body seems to seize and you cum hard, screaming his name. Bucky pants out your name, and he wants to cum too but he holds back, not wanting this to end just yet—he watches you cum and then looks to Steve, who seems to be thinking along the same lines. They wait for you to recover, each pressing kisses to your face and body, and eventually, Bucky lowers you down and carefully pulls out of you.
He watches himself slide free, mesmerized by the way you stretched for him. After a few moments of panting, you recover enough and Steve starts to turn you over. Bucky helps, waiting to see what exactly Steve wanted to do. “Buck,” He practically growls now, and when he has you flipped over, your head moves enough to the side that he can see the erection Steve needs to release. You instantly work to unzip his suit as they stare at one another over your shoulder. “This is her favourite position.”
Steve glances down at you and smiles, his gaze soft with adoration. It doesn’t sting or pull at Bucky anymore; now he feels just as a part of that look and the feeling behind it as you, and his own lips quirk. “Is that true Peach?” He teases, and you throw him a smirk over your shoulder before wiggling your ass for him. He groans and grabs your hips, pulling your body to his and sliding into you, moving slowly to watch the stretch again.
You whimper, “Oh, Bucky, fuck,” And your head drops so that you’re face is on the mattress between Steve’s legs.
The Captain grins wickedly at Bucky, then runs his hands over your hair and, gently, lifts you. It’s then that Bucky realizes you managed to pull Steve’s long cock free and his mouth waters at the sight—instantly, he’s wondering how deep he must be able to fuck you.
“Alright, darling, here’s how this is going to work. Bucky can fuck you as hard as he wants, but you don’t get to cum again until I do,” He lets one hand drop to grip your chin, and Bucky glares, leaning over your body, ready to pull you free. He thinks that Steve is turned on by the way Bucky is ready to protect you, and something about that makes this all feel…balanced.
“Okay Stevie,” You moan and lower your head, your mouth opening to take Steve in as deep as you can. Bucky starts to thrust, slow and steady, keeping his legs pressed to the backs of yours and rotating his hips slightly as he moves. Steve instantly gathers your hair to one side, holding it with one, your head turned just a little so Bucky can see you expertly work your boyfriend’s cock.
“She’s a perfect little cocksucker, Buck. Fuck, you two look good together, did you know that?”
Steve meets Bucky’s eyes and he sees the sincerity there, the affection laced in with the arousal. He watches with heavy-lidded eyes as you’re fucked from behind, and it doesn’t take long for his breathing to become ragged. “Peach, he wasn’t kidding—you’re doing so well, taking my cock and Steve’s.”
You make a noise that gets garbled around the dick stuffed down your throat and both super soldiers groan. He picks up his pace instinctively, murmuring curses under his breath, and feels your walls start to tighten around him. A defiant feeling then raises within Bucky, and he suddenly wants to test Steve by forcing you to cum, but as though reading his mind you begin to work your mouth even harder, small noises and humming bringing Steve closer to the edge.
Bucky becomes hyper-focused on Steve, watching his best friend begin to crumble before his eyes in the best kind of way. His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes moving between Bucky and you, his legs splaying and hips jerking up to meet your mouth. “You’re going to make our Steve cum, Peach. Swallow everything he gives you when he does, okay?” He knows that’s what Steve wants by the way his lower lip draws between his teeth, his free hand fisting the sheets next to him. “He’s almost there, Peach. Do you think he wants to watch me fill you up with my cum as much as I want to watch you swallow his?”
That does it. With a roar, Steve cums, hard, his hips rising off the bed and Bucky sees that practiced way you swallow around him, but at the same time his instincts toward your safety battle to the front—he resists, watching closely and slowing his own movements. Steve’s grip on your hair is too strong, but you only whimper lightly and he manages to hold himself back until Steve’s hips hit the bed again, then Bucky leans down and lifts you, his arms circling your body. He secures his metal arm around your waist and the other across your chest; your body is pressed against his and he has to spread his legs slightly to get a better balance.
“Are you okay, sweet Peach?”
You make a small, choked noise and he leans around you, capturing your eyes. You survey his face and your brows draw up, as though surprised to see just how serious Bucky is. “I’m perfect, Bucky. I can take it, take both of you. I want more, please, I need you to fuck me. Need you to fill me up.”
Steve is grinning as he gazes up at you both, then sits up and shuffles closer, his softening cock still tantalizing and Bucky knows he needs to taste him before long. Next time, if there was one, he would make sure to do so. Steve leans forward and presses a kiss to Bucky’s lips, then to yours. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark “Fuck her, Buck—let me see how hard you can go. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see—how I imagined you.”
Bucky pulses inside of you and before you can do more than moan at the sensation, he’s moving, thrusting hard and quick against you, his arms locked carefully so that you can breathe, but can’t move. He sees your hands shoot out for Steve, gripping his shoulders as you begin an endless moan. Your head presses back into Bucky’s neck. “Oh my god—oh god, Bucky, oh,oh!”
Steve stares at Bucky and you with a burning intensity that radiates love and desire, one hand smoothing over yours, the other resting at Bucky’s hip, where he feels the muscle tense and release as he pounds you. His pace increases and a skin against skin slapping noise fills the room as your moans turn into something wild, animalistic. It’s hot as sin; Steve growls in approval and Bucky drops his mouth to press a kiss into your neck, “Cum for me, Peach. Cum with me, god I want to pump you full—”
You clamp down on Bucky, your spine arching and your heart stuttering in your chest before you let out a scream and cum with your whole body, and Bucky can’t hold back a second longer; his hips punch forward once more, and then he’s cumming deep, moaning your name. His eyes are half-open and Steve’s are comically moving between your face and Bucky’s; soaking in the details with a reverence.
It feels like the longest orgasm of his life, and he drops his head to your shoulder as he groans with the final wave of his peak. He doesn’t pull out when he’s finished, wanting to stay locked within the moment for as long as possible. You sink forward then, your limbs giving out, and Steve catches you, pulls you half onto his body and watches as Bucky follows, moving carefully to remain deep within you as he lays down.
The following minutes are quiet as they lay with you pressed between them, the only sounds that of your heavy breathing; the super-soldiers run their hands over your body and take turns pressing kisses to your lips, Steve turning your head from him to Bucky. He looks at his friend now in a new light and reaches to run his hand through Steve’s hair.
“I’ve always loved you, you know,” He admits, and there’s something about being buried deep within you as he does that makes the moment feel utterly perfect. Steve’s blue eyes meet Bucky’s, “Before everything, when we were just two idiots running around Brooklyn.”
You twist slightly and Bucky’s softening cock slips from you. You sit up between them, staring with hunger in your eyes, “Kiss again.” There’s no doubt it’s a command, though they comply immediately, and he can feel you watching them rapturously as they press their lips together.
When you eventually lean down and join them, each of you taking turns to kiss, it’s more of comfort and love than sexual. They work together to clean up and redress, and then there’s final moments of intimacy, low spoken words of promise to figure it all out as soon as they could before they leave Bucky’s room and make their way outside to join the battle line and wait for the army to arrive.
When the memories of the fight come back to Bucky, he always grows tense with emotion. It’s nearly impossible to think of how hard they all fought, how you ran about healing everyone that you could reach and shooting enemies while Bucky covered you and tried to keep the creatures away from Steve. When Thanos snaps his fingers, he recalls with vivid detail that you’re standing next to him and that he tugs you close, calling out for Steve.
And then he feels odd, almost like he’s floating and glances down to see himself disappearing, and you fading as well, and the last thing he remembers is you both looking up with wide eyes towards Steve—and the horrified expression on his face before there was just…
Nothing.
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…Bucky doesn’t hesitate to move around the room; Ayo’s eyes follow him the entire time, lit with amusement. “Where did she go?” He demands, his voice low with respect but edged, leaving no room for argument.
Ayo only smiles wider, “You might want to make a visit to your room, White Wolf.”
He gives her a curt nod before hurrying away, his mind running hundreds of scenarios, most of them involving you slapping him for leaving the way he did. Or maybe you wanted to tell him off before the world ended—he wouldn’t blame you.
When he gets to his room, the door is ajar and he steps inside quietly, pushing it shut behind him. You’re standing at his bedside table, a hand tracing over the book he was reading—The Hobbit, an old favorite.
“You don’t need to feel so guilty, Bucky. I knew you were going to leave.”
He stills, surveying you slowly and lifting his brows as he considers the implication behind your words. “You can sense…me, that well?” He knew your powers were strong, yet to have dug in so deep…
You shrug, turning to face him and crossing your arms, “If I really focus, I can pick up on a lot of emotions. But certain people seem…I’m tuned into them better, I guess.”
“AndI’m one of the ones you can tune into…?”
“One of very few that I can to that degree, actually.”
Your gaze falls away and you bite your lip, as if aware that you’ve revealed more than you’d wanted to. Bucky frowns, “Who else can you—?”
“My parents. Steve. You,” A thrill runs down his spine at the admission, and hope flares within. You must feel it, because you smile. “Come on, Bucky Barnes. You must have realized how I felt. Feel.”…
18+ Takes place after the events of Endgame and TFATWS—AU where Steve does not stay in the past with Peggy and instead retires. Sam is Captain America.
Autumn in New York City, the air is crisp, the colours vibrant, and the world is beginning to settle. Steve Rogers and the rest of the Avengers saved the world—the galaxy—but if anyone had bothered to ask him, they’d have found out that the driving force for him had been bringing back Bucky and you—who had disappeared right in front of him when Thanos snapped his fingers. Loving and losing like that took its toll on Steve, even if he did succeed in getting you both back…
Bucky Barnes constantly, both pre and post blip, struggled with his feelings. How he felt for Steve. How he felt for you. Whenever he started to get his head straight, something major and world ending would happen. When he comes back from the blip and reunites with you and Steve after the battle against Thanos, the joy only lasts so long. And once Steve’s happy facade begins to crack, the love he has for his lifetime best friend gets pulled into question…
You had been an Avengers recruit, brought to the team by your longtime friend Sam Wilson not long after he’d joined up. He knew of your abilities and figured you’d thrive with the team. And while he was right, you had never counted on falling in love with Steve Rogers, nor him loving you back. Life, in that personal sense, seemed to be happy until you helped Steve rescue his best friend. The real man behind the Winter Soldier warped your perception of everything, made you question who you really were, and that was before the blip…
This story is a tangled, weaving journey our reader, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes navigate as they push past societal standards, learn to accept who they are, and deal with their own traumas. Steve is retired, Bucky needs to find a new purpose now that he’s forever freed from the Soldat, and you want to stop feeling stuck between the two men you love the most and focus on the future.
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…The first time Bucky had seen you, had been the same as now; you walking away, unaware of his gaze. This time though, it wasn’t in the streets of Bucharest, now it was in heart of New York. This time, you weren’t walking away to be unsuspicious, to remain another face in the crowd while secretly determining how to help Steve convince him that he wanted to help Bucky. No, now you were walking alone, leaves crunching underfoot as you hurried away from the Tower with fresh tears staining your cheeks.
This time however, Bucky wasn’t trying to hide from you. So he followed, keeping a polite distance but remaining close enough to protect you.
He’d been mesmerized by you the moment he saw you that first time. You were with Steve, hunting him—the Winter Soldier—trying to find Bucky before SHEILD or anyone else could. He remembers being torn between looking at Steve, taking in how his best friend had changed over all the years that had passed while he was the Winter Soldier, and gazing at you.
The first time he saw Steve touch you in an affectionate way that signaled the romance between you, Bucky had felt a rip tear in his heart. He had always loved Steve. He would, he knew, until the day he died. But it wasn’t quite jealousy that he felt as he surreptitiously surveyed the two of you from the containment pod he’d been placed in after you had all been arrested. It was a new feeling, a mixture of deep longing and sorrow, intense attraction, a need to feel wanted.
To love and be loved endlessly.
And then they were all on the run, and Bucky found himself readjusting to his mind and body, free from the Soldat, while simultaneously falling for you and harder for Steve. It was a terribly confusing, difficult time—he had always been unsure and afraid of how he felt for Steve Rogers. For so much time to have passed, to feel those things for his best friend again, it was overwhelming. Add to that the way he reverently admired you, and he wasn’t functioning at his best. It was months of the best kind of agony.
Now though, as you walked quickly up ahead, it wasn’t about Steve, or Bucky even. It was about you, and the ways you had suffered since Bucky came into your life. You were like a bright star in everyone’s life, a constant, strong and beautiful and so full of life—but your gasping cries that you were attempting to suppress, which his enhanced hearing caught with ease, told him you were breaking.
Breaking because you were in an impossible situation, between Steve and him. If you were a star, then Steve was the sun and that meant that he, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, was the moon. And you were stuck between them. Between the sun and the moon…
Summary: It’s been 4 years since the love of Bucky’s life died a horrible death in the hands of Hydra. He has slowly moved on, forming a new relationship with Natasha and his heart has started to heal. The Avengers are dispatched on a mission only to discover that Y/N was never truly dead. Y/N returns into Bucky’s life but she is no longer the same woman he fell in love with. Bucky is forced to make choices between the woman that he loved and the woman he is falling in love with.
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Author’s notes: This chapter is just flashbacks mostly. Just to get a better understanding of what happened in the past. Let me know what you guys think!
Natasha tossed and turned, trying to drown out the screaming coming from Bucky’s room. She knew it was none of her business and she was never close to him, but she knew how much he loved Y/N and how hard he took it when she died. After a couple more hours of hearing Bucky’s night terrors, Natasha found her way to Bucky’s room. She could see his shirtless body on top of the covers, his body was covered with sweat and his flesh hand was handcuffed to the bedframe. Natasha cautiously crawled onto his bed and woke him up.
“Y/N?” Bucky looked at Natasha, still half asleep.
“Shhhh. Go back to sleep Bucky.” Natasha rubbed his back slowly, like what Y/N used to do.
“Y/N. I thought I lost you. I was so scared.” Bucky, convinced that the dark figure above him was Y/N, wrapped his arm around Natasha lovingly.
“It’s ok Bucky, I’m here.” Natasha cooed. Ever since that night, Natasha came into Bucky’s bed and pretended to be Y/N to calm his nightmares. Bucky seemed to not remember what happened the next day, so she kept doing it, until he woke up one night and found her sleeping on his bed. Their dynamic changed from then on and they started to see each other as more than friends.
Bucky loved Natasha, he really did. He adored her strong will and her relentless need to make sure that he was happy, but it was never a love that took over his heart. His love for Natasha could never trump his love for Y/N. He tried, but no matter what happened he always found himself thinking about Y/N. Maybe he could never love anyone as much as he loved Y/N, maybe Y/N was his peak. But he did everything he could for Natasha. Showering her with love and giving her gifts after every mission. But it was all to compensate for the guilt he felt for never loving her with his full heart.
Natasha knew she was living in Y/N’s shadow. How could she compare against her? Y/N was beautiful and innocent, like a real-life Disney princess. It saddened her, seeing Bucky’s face when Y/N’s name was mentioned, or when he accidentally says Y/N’s name when they make love. Natasha let it all go because she knew that eventually, Y/N would become a distant memory to Bucky and that their love for one another would eventually overpower his love for her. Eventually, Bucky would love her more than he loved Y/N.
4 YEARS AGO
Y/N woke up sore and bleeding all over. She laid face first in the sand, her hands cut open from the trip through the monolith. As she stood up, her head started to spin. She was in a desert, with nothing but sand dunes for miles and HYDRA had given her nothing to survive on. She can’t remember how many hours she walked in the scorching heat, but she accepted her death has she felt her body weaken with dehydration and her legs buckling from exhaustion.
Mr. Hyde’s men found her lying in the sand in a pool of her own blood. They hauled her onto the back of their horse and took care of her until she was strong enough to walk on her own. She thought it was a blessing, until one of them men got injured and she used her powers to heal him, to show her gratitude for saving her. Their dynamic changed then. The men had found a girl with extraordinary abilities, she was not longer just a helpless girl lost in the desert, she became an asset to Hyde’s gang.
They tied her hands with rope and pulled her along with them like a dog on a leash. She walked for 3 day until they reached the basecamp, and then she was presented to Hyde, like an offering. Hyde liked Y/N right away, she was beautiful and there was a sense of innocence about her that he was attracted to. Mr. Hyde had always taken pleasure to turning innocent people into self-hating monsters, that was his specialty. But Y/N was different, she wasn’t afraid of Hyde at first and she stood up for herself despite his threats. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, but the two of them formed an unlikely friendship.
Y/N escaped when Hyde forced her to marry him. She declined his proposal and he got angry. He had turned into the monster they said he was, she was forced into a wedding dress and forced to sleep with him. Despite claiming to love her, she knew that Hyde only wanted to impregnate her, so that he could have a son as an heir. When she got pregnant, she was afraid for her child’s life. She didn’t want her son to grow up with hate and god forbid if she had a girl, she didn’t want her daughter to be traded and sold like playing cards. Y/N didn’t see any other option but to stab herself in the stomach, to protect the child and herself. It broke her soul, she was never the same person since then. Hyde, in his anger, locked Y/N up and forced the doctors to experiment on her. He wanted to make her stronger and expand her abilities because he believed that his future heir would gain the abilities she has. She escaped two weeks later and developed an immunity to fire She’s been running from Hyde ever since, afraid of his anger.
Present day
Y/N stood in the flames, like a phoenix who had been reborn. Everyone was still engrossed in the scene before them that they didn’t notice Natasha pointing a gun towards Y/N. Bucky was the first one to see the bullet fly through the air and head straight towards Y/N’s head. As he screamed for Y/N to get down, Natasha was pinned down to the ground by SHIELD agents and put into handcuffs. Flames built a wall around Y/N’s naked form, melting the bullet as it passed through. With a sign of relief, Bucky made his way towards Y/N and she stepped out of the flames. He covered her with his jacket and took her to the Avengers compound via quinjet.
“I know who you are!” Natasha yelled as Y/N looked back at her with horror.
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