Actor On Model

Actor On Model

Summary: Chris and you do a couples interview.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said. “I’m an actor with the piercing blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Your husband snorted which some tea went up his nose and you grinned.

“Are you good?” You asked leaning closer and taking the mug out of his hand.

“Totally,” Chris said as a producer hands him a towel and you put down the mug onto the little table. “We should do that again.”

“Am I being you again?” You asked. “And you’re being me?”

“I wanna try being you,” he said wiping his face.

“The stage is yours,” you said.

He turned the camera and gave a smolder look.

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n and I’m a supermodel,” Chris said and he mocked a hair flip.

You laughed and said, “you got put your head into it.”

“I’m gonna get whiplash,” he chuckled.

“You’ll be fine,” you said. “Let’s take it from the top.”

“Alright, you going first?” he asked.

“I can,” you said.

“Then go,” he said.

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said with a horrible Boston accent and you looked to the camera. “I’m an actor with the blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Chris chuckled as you exaggerated your smolder look and wiggled your brows.

“I’m- I’m Y/n Y/l/n-Evans,” he said with a higher pitched voice. “I’m a supermodel.”

“And we’re here at Vogue to have a conversation with each other,” you said.

“Was that good?” Chris asked.

“No, that sucked as an intro,” you said.

“We’ll deal with it later. Let’s just talk, Darling,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “You wanna start?”

“Sure,” he said grabbing a card off the top of the pile on the coffee table at his right side. “Oh! When were you first discovered?”

“I was actually fourteen when I was first scouted,” you said. “But I didn’t really get into modeling till I was 17.”

“What was it like to be scouted?” Chris asked.

“It was weird. Especially since it was a grown man who told me that I could be one in front of my mom,” you said. “She got real overprotective and called the guy a perv. But it kept happening. Though I’m pretty glad I started out when I was a little older.”

“Didn’t you move to New York at 17?” He asked.

“Yeah, I did. You did too, right?” You said.

“I did once I graduated high school and I was nearly 18. Didn’t you like just turn 17 when you went to New York?” your husband questioned.

“Yes. I graduated early,” you said. “It was pretty scary living on my own for the first time but I was put in one of those model apartments that my first agency had, ya know.”

“Those are crazy. I remember being in one but for actors,” Chris said.

“They’re the worst especially when everyone thinks they’re gonna be the next Cindy Crawford or Naomi Campbell and in your case, like the next Paul Rudd,” you said.

“You really love Paul Rudd,” your husband smiled.

“I really do. I’m glad you held me back at the premiere of Endgame,” you said.

“I did what I had to,” he laughed. “And you did the same for me at the Oscars with Sandy.”

“You mean Sandra Bullock?” You grinned.

“Yeah, I do but she’s Sandy to me,” Chris said.

“Man, we really like older people,” you said looking at him.

“You especially do,” he said. “I’m like the youngest guy you’ve ever been with.”

“Ew, no. I dated guys my age before,” you said. “I’ve only dated a fifty year old once when I was just 20 to see what it was like to be with someone who had their life together and was doing pretty well for themselves.”

Chris can’t help but laugh and put his hand over his mouth. You’re very honest about your previous relationships which is sometimes shocking for him to hear about the guys or women you briefly dated before him.

“It was pretty nice until I met his kid who was the same age as me,” you said. “I was not ready for that responsibility.”

“I think you would’ve been a great stepmom to his kid,” your husband joked.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna stick with you,” you said.

“That’s great to hear,” he said. “Pull a card.”

“Remember when we met?” You asked after grabbing a card from your pile.

“Of fucking course I do, —I shouldn’t swear,” Chris said.

“I don’t know why you say that when we both know you’re gonna let another word slip,” you said.

“You know what’s crazy?” Chris asked.

“What?” You asked.

“You don’t really swear. You’re so clean with your words,” your husband said. “It amazes me.”

“Thank you. It’s only ‘cause I used to swear like a sailor until a client overheard me and fired me for dropping an f-bomb,” you said.

“That jackass,” he said with frown.

“I get it though,” you said. “They’re looking for certain types of people and those who can work in professional settings. The client was a bit older so swearing was not.. what they wanted to hear coming from a model’s mouth on set.”

“You’re much more mature than I would’ve been in that situation,” Chris said.

“Thank you,” you said. “Let’s get back to when we met.”

“Right, it was at Givenchy’s show during fashion week in 2016. I was given a ticket and I reluctantly went. I saw you in that dress and I kid you not, my heart skipped a beat,” he said.

“Did you get it checked out? I can’t have you croaking out on me,” you teased.

“Haha, very funny,” Chris said sarcastically.

You grinned. You love teasing him.

“Back to what I was saying- I got to go backstage and people were able to take photos with the models. I only took a picture with you,” Chris admitted. “It was all I wanted.”

“Aww,” you said.

“And then we see each other again at some after party,” he continued. “I got to speak more than a few words to you. We got to talking and you asked what food I could go for at that moment.”

“You said Philly cheesesteaks,” you said.

“And you agreed and ended up having a friend take us to fucking Philadelphia,” Chris said.

“That was a lot of fun,” you said.

“It was until your friend ditched us,” he said. “And I had to get us an Uber.”

“I actually got the Uber,” you corrected.

“Whatever- you took me back to your place. You ended up putting on a movie and then we just fell asleep in your bed,” Chris said. “And I’ll never forget that you slept like two hours before leaving me in your apartment.”

“I had a 4am call time,” you said.

“Which is insane,” he said.

“But worth it especially since it was for Tom Ford,” you said. “I’ve always liked working with him.”

“I love his suits. They’re amazing,” Chris said.

“I know. We should get matching ones,” you said.

Your husband laughed making you laugh as well.

“I keep seeing those paparazzi pictures where we’re pretty much matching,” Chris said. “I don’t know how it happens.”

“Well, sometimes I’ll see what you’re wearing and I’ll be like ‘that’s fire. I got some pieces that’ll match’,” you said. “And then we’re matching. Does it piss you off?”

“No, I find it adorable except when you specifically steal my sweatpants and I can’t find them because you stole them,” your husband said. “You’ll like pack them in your suitcase and jet off to wherever the bum-fuck of nowhere you have a photo shoot at. And I have to buy more because I have none because you steal them. They don’t even fit you around the waist.”

“That’s why I only take the ones with the drawstring,” you said.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull up them up for you?” Chris asked.

“Quite often,” you said.

“Exactly,” he said.

“Have you seen the paparazzi photos where you’re trying to be discreet about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, they said I was handsy with you. I think uh.. someone did a review of our body language on YouTube and said I was very controlling of you and possessive of you,” Chris said. “I saw one of the comments was #freey/n.”

You laughed and said, “you were keeping my pants up.”

“You mean my pants that you were wearing,” Chris corrected.

“Ugh, whatever,” you sassed.

“But yeah I loved seeing people assumptions about us,” your husband said sarcastically.

“Especially when you’ve been nothing but good to me,” you said.

“You sure?” He questioned

“Yes. You haven’t really done anything with a malicious intent to me,” you said.

“You haven’t either. I mean you’ve been an asshole like with stealing my pants-,” Chris said.

“They’re comfortable and fit me,” you said.

“Not around your waist,” he said.

“It’s about the length,” you said. “‘Cause I’m not gonna wear capris.”

“How tall are you?” Chris asked.

“Five feet and ten inches,” you said. “How about you, big man?”

“Six feet and half an inch,” he stated.

“How does it feel to be married to a chick who is two and a half inches shorter than you?” You asked.

“Pretty good. I don’t have to strain my neck to look at your eyes,” Chris said. “Unless you put on your six inch heels which belong on the bedroom floor.”

“What? You wouldn’t want me to keep them on?” You asked.

“No,” Chris said without hesitation. “You look fucking sexy in them especially in those blacks ones with the gold chain but they’re dangerous. Especially if I’m gonna get it on with you. They’re a weapon and I don’t want to get stabbed during it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

“I only speak the truth,” Chris said softly and grabbed his tea.

“Clearly, you do,” you said as he took a sip.

“I wanna keep talking about assumptions and rumors,” your husband said.

“Assumptions are awful,” you said.

“What was probably the one that got to you the most?” Chris asked already knowing the answer.

“That I’m using you for fame,” you said.

He kept quiet to let you continue on. He knows how much it’s affected you in the beginning of your relationship.

“No doubt... I have been noticed more since we were seen together for the first time,” you said being careful with your words. “Especially outside of the usual followers and people of the fashion industry. You’re obviously a big name in the film industry which being seen with you brought more attention to me. I remember first seeing those comments on like a fan account for you and it was a paparazzi photo of us outside of a pizza joint.”

“It’s sad we can’t go there anymore,” your husband said.

“You can just put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and you’re good,” you said.

Chris chuckled.

“Anyways, it was— I- I was— I just wasn’t expecting to see that the comments were claiming that it was a setup,” you said. “Like it was just a fake relationship that management set up. I don’t why it got to me so badly.”

“You wouldn’t see me or respond to me when I sent you messages or pick up my calls,” Chris said.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“I went to your place and I took your ass to Philadelphia,” he said. “And I went to Twitter and I posted a picture of you about to fucking inhale one of Geno’s and stated that I was gonna marry you.”

“You were cocky with that,” you said.

“Yeah, I was. I even picked out a ring the next day but I was never more sure in my life,” Chris said.

“You picked out a ring the next day?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s on your finger. I texted Scarlett to meet up with me at Cartier’s and she’s like, “no, I’ve got a child to take care of.” So, I went by myself and one of the like top dog designers ended up talking with me,” Chris said pointed to your hand. “And we designed that ring together over a couple days. I even had it based off of my grandma’s as it was what I thought was classic and timeless. We were what? Like 5 weeks into the relationship?”

You have no words. You didn’t know what he went that early on in the relationship.

“Best decision I’ve ever made,” he said.

“That’s insane,” you said.

“I agree completely. My mom freaked out when I showed her the ring,” your husband said. “My sisters were even nearby. I got so much shit.”

“I bet you did,” you said. “How far in the relationship did you show your mom the ring?”

“When I got the ring, I took it back with me to Boston. It took like six weeks to make and get it how I wanted it,” Chris said. “My mom flipped her shit when I told her how long we were dating for and how old you were. My sisters called me a fucking idiot.”

“Obviously,” you said. “You still are one.”

“Rude,” he said making you grin.

“How long did you have the ring before you proposed?” you asked.

“Like 10 months,” your husband said.

“You really had it for 10 months?” You asked.

“Yes. I knew I had to not jump the gun with you even though I had the ring for that long. I felt like that it might be a lot for us since it was still early in the relationship,” he said. “And even though I was so certain on marrying you, we were still getting to know each other and we couldn’t often be together.”

“There were a lot of phone calls and FaceTime calls,” you said smiling. “You even sent me letters.”

“Yeah, and I had bird send them to you,” Chris joked.

“I had to keep asking for the address of wherever you were,” you said. “Your assistant got annoyed with me because I had to ask multiple times.”

“I remembered that, she just now sends you itinerary of where I’m gonna be if we aren’t together,” he said. “Your publicist downright doesn’t let me know and pretty much told me to “fuck off” and that she doesn’t have time for me to be a sap. I have to text your friends to find out.”

“I still have all the letters,” you said.

“I have yours as well. I think the favorite one you sent me was a dinosaur that you drew on a slightly used napkin where your lipstick was smudged on one side and used your lipstick to draw it. I cried laughing— like that silent laugh,” Chris said. “Rian thought I was dying. I think Ana thought someone I knew died and she kept asking me who died. I don’t even think I told anyone on set why I couldn’t speak for 20 minutes.”

“I think my favorite one was the one you had given me right before we got married— like the day of,” you said. “And it was just you explaining how Anthony had clogged the toilet in a strip club at your bachelor party and how you guys just continued to make it worse in trying to cover the evidence to the point where you guys had to bail.”

“I accidentally put the wrong letter in,” Chris said. “‘Cause the actual one was more romantic and telling you how I couldn’t wait to marry you.”

“But I think that other letter with Anthony clogging a strip club’s toilet calmed my nerves down especially since it was pretty stressful up until Sebastian delivered it to me,” you said.

“I hadn’t even realized until I asked what you thought of it and you just started laughing. You couldn’t speak in complete sentences,” he said making you laugh at the thought.

“That entire day was wild,” you said.

“It was amazing,” Chris said. “I think one of my fondest memories was when we cut the cake.”

You smiled at him.

“We kept pushing the time back since we weren’t too focused on it. We were having the time of our lives,” Chris continued. “The photographer ended up leaving because we were obviously went over the time that we were paying for her.”

“She was very sweet,” you said.

“Yeah, we definitely picked someone amazing. We probably should’ve gotten an extra one since she shot us for the whole day along with her two assistants,” your husband said. “And we were fucking exhausting.”

“I know,” you said chuckling.

“Anyways, when we did get to the cake, we didn’t have anyone to take the pictures,” Chris said. “We also didn’t want any of our guests on their phones.”

“But somebody brought them out,” you said.

“And everyone turned on their flashlight and took photos of us,” he said.

“Those were probably my favorite pictures,” you said. “And when we all jumped into the ocean after.”

“It was so fucking cold,” he said.

You chuckled and said, “we should have a counter on how many times you swear.”

“No fucking thank you,” your husband said.

“Put dolphins over the words. It would make my day,” you said looking to one of the producers.

Chris laughed. He tried making dolphin noises but he fails so badly. You giggled.

“Hang on,” he said pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

He searched up dolphin sounds and he tapped on the first video. He tried mimicking what he hears but his voice just doesn’t go that high.

“You’re doing great, Honey,” you said with a big smile.

“Cut this out,” Chris said looking at the camera.

“Don’t,” you mouthed to the camera.

“Anyways!” Chris said. “We got other questions.”

“Oh shit,” you said.

“Language,” he said.

“I’m gonna fight you,” you said.

“I can’t wait,” your husband said. “Grab a card, Boo.”

You grabbed a card from your pile and read it.

“This is so obvious— do you want kids?” you asked.

“Yes!” Chris said. “Of course! We’ve talked about it multiple times.”

“We have,” you said. “When would you want to have one?”

“Like in a heartbeat but right now, it just wouldn’t be a great time. I have a lot projects lined up and you are jetting off to places. Whenever you aren’t, you’re accompanying me to wherever I go,” Chris said. “Or we’re meeting up in neighboring countries or cities.”

“What if I was pregnant right now?” You asked.

“I’d shit my pants,” Chris said.

You laughed leaning forward. He paused. Could you be? He would be very happy about the news. It would just be a very hectic year. You both are very busy people with busy work lives. There’s also tons of projects already booked like this Vogue cover interview.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked.

“Not yet,” you said.

“I might have to change that,” Chris muttered.

“We got more questions to get through, Big Boy,” you said with a sneaky little grin on your lips.

“Can’t wait,” he said rubbing his hands together.

Social Media Au- Part 19

Is it too late for Christmas parts??? Well. 🤷‍♀️ I did it anyway

What is gonna be? A baby boy or a baby girl?

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Also this post is full of mistakes, I’m so sorry 😭

Want You More

Summary - You want a guy from work to get the hint you aren’t interested. Of course, instead of just using your words, the only solution must be to get your dear friend with benefits to be your fake boyfriend for the night.

Pairing – bucky x rogers!reader (friendswbenefits); fem!reader (u can be adopted idk it doesnt go into detail.) It’s an au - avengers who??

Warnings – SMUT. 18+ ONLY; penetration, hand stuff; uses of pet names (baby/peach); semi-public sexual shenanigans, & alcohol use.

A/n – Reader and Bucky go out with “work friends” but i have no clue what your work is. Most of the mentioned characters are scientists, so maybe something sciency but feel free to get creative. Also, pls note, I ALWAYS write y/n’s character without any physical description. Reader is written as fem, but pls know no matter ur identity, you are welcome here sweet pea.

W/c: 7k

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His calloused right hand grasped your hip, holding you steady as you moved up and down on top of him. The left hand, colder and smooth aside from the slim divots where the metal shifted, held your own hand. Two different methods of holding you steady, and two very different feelings. He held you like a dance, although the music completely different.

‘Bucky,’ your words were breathy and light as the feeling of him overtook you.

‘Fuck, Baby,’ his tone was the same, just his voice lower and scratchier. Your moans increased at the sight of him fluttering his eyes shut, his mouth parted as the pleasure flooded his senses.

So badly you wanted to lower your face to his and press your mouth against his pretty lips. It wasn’t the time though. He seemed content in the moment and you sometimes feared initiating a kiss in the midst of it all would turn him off of it. So instead you watched his face as he reacted to the feeling of having you ride him like this.

You let yourself get lost in it and the pleasure within you only built up more and more until you couldn't take it anymore and your own eyes closed. You groaned, ‘I’m so close.’

Although you didn’t see it, he looked up at you again. He was full of awe, watching you lose yourself above him.

‘Go ahead, baby,’ he growled, his hand on your hip tightening. He sucked in a breath as your movements increased, your hips rolling against him unforgivingly. ‘Fuck.’

You made a sound only described as a whimper, your head dropping back as the feeling overtook you.

‘That's it,’ he grinned, ‘Cum for me. I love feeling you like this. Fuck— I love seeing you like this.”

In the last moment, you looked back at him, and the absolute hunger in his eyes drove you over the edge. The twist within you let go. He watched your face contort as you came on him, quickly following and releasing after you. The feeling of you clenching around him, the absolute vulnerable expression on your face and the addictive moans you were letting out were all he’d ever need.

“Fuck,” you fell gently against his glistening chest, letting your mouth fall against his collar bone.

The two do you spend a few moments catching your breaths.

“Wait, y/n?” He said between breaths.

“Hm?” You let out against him, still obsessed with the feeling of him inside you as you were coming down.

“What were you saying about tomorrow?”

Your brows furrowed and you took a moment to get off of him, stretching as you rolled onto your back. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“You’re going out with work friends… and bringing Sam?” He squinted trying to remember the conversation before he was pushing you onto his bed only a little while ago.

“I haven’t asked him yet.” You got up to go to the en suite, leaving the door open while you cleaned yourself up and put on some clothes again. Calling out of the bathroom, you continued explaining, “That weird guy at work just won’t stop flirting with me, so Kate told me I should make up a boyfriend so he’d leave me alone.”

“What about reporting things to HR?”

You scoffed, poking your head around the corner, “I don’t have enough against this guy. I don’t think they can fire him for flirting. I don’t have, like, tangible proof of it or anything, so it’s just my word against his, yunno? Could be easily written off as him just being friendly.”

You heard Bucky grunt as you were putting clothes on, and you figured that maybe that was the end of the conversation. However, he ended up walking into the bathroom behind you, discarding the condom and cleaning himself off. This was all a very classy moment the two of you were sharing.

He bumped his bare hip against your clothed one so that he could wash his hands. “That’s that guy who asked you to the Harry Styles concert? Brad? Bailey?”

“Oh yeah! Bruce!”

“Can’t believe you missed out on Harry Styles,” he shot you a teasing grin in the mirror.

“Buck. That’s not funny,” you frowned, bumping his hip again. “I didn’t want him to think I’m into him. I have a hard time outright telling him I’m not interested because I don’t know how to bring that up without making things awkward! He’s not like a weird guy or anything, I just am not interested.”

“So, Sam’s gonna be your fake boyfriend?” He raised a brow.

“Yes. I think he’d be fine with it. I’ve told him about Bruce before and he’s actually suggested having a fake partner.”

Bucky was frowning while drying his hands.

“What?” You questioned. His grumpy face was always quite adorable and you held back from smiling.

“Can’t believe you have to make up a boyfriend to have this guy leave you alone.”

“Being a woman is hard,” you shrugged. “I also could easily tell him no, I just haven’t.”

“But it’s not your responsibility,” he stared back at you in the mirror, the blue of his eyes bright under the vanity light, “He should get the idea. I dunno, if I was flirting with a girl for months, I’d eventually get it in my head that she’s not into me. Especially after turning down concert tickets to Harry Styles.”

He cracked a smile at the end there, clearly thinking he was quite the jokester. You rolled your eyes yet grinned back. “I lied and told him I didn’t like Harry Styles.”

Bucky’s laugh had his eyes lighting up and he turned to you, “Y/n, oh my god. I can’t believe you have to lie to this guy!”

“It’s fine! I’d rather lie than hurt his feelings!”

He shook his head, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine!”

Bucky nodded with a little smile on his face, thinking to himself. You often wished you could get an insight to what he was thinking. He kept a lot of feelings to himself, and was not exactly the best communicator. Still, whatever arrangement this was between you had been working. At the beginning, several months ago, you both had decided on no strings attached, and set a few little rules, but after that, that was it for him. The rules were set and he didn’t have much more to say on that. If he wanted to say more, he would.

“Yunno,” he turned to look at you, “Ask me.”

You weren’t certain you knew what he was implying. “What?”

“Ask me to come tomorrow. I’ll be your fake boyfriend,” he seemed pretty proud of this idea, “Yunno, peach, I’m kind of insulted you didn’t think of me first.”

Truthfully, you had thought about asking him. You’d thought about it quite a lot, really. However, you decided it could be too much, just like sometimes you thought kissing him and making sex more intimate than it needed to be would be too much. There were many little things about your interactions and times spent with Bucky that you wanted to become a little more, but he never said anything, and so you figured he wouldn’t want them.

You faltered, looking at him to try to ascertain if he was serious. “I can’t ask you that!”

He looked puzzled. “Why not? I already know Kate, so I’d feel comfortable coming along. I also think any PDA would look more natural with me than it would with Sam.”

Your expression did not change. “What?”

He chuckled and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, “C’mon, peach. Imagine Sam tryna make a move on you. Seriously, imagine. I think you’d both end up laughing. That man cannot act.” You grinned, knowing he had a point.

“Plus,” he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ears, “Imagine my hand on your thigh all night, hm? I’d make sure Bruce could see that, and I’d kiss you right in front of him. He’s gotta know you belong to someone else.”

You shuddered at that, your hands subconsciously falling against his bare chest.

He laughed lightly and pulled his head back enough to look at you. “You like that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Kate’s gonna make fun of me.”

“She knows about all this though, right?” By all this he meant your friends with benefits situation.

“Yeah, but won’t that make it weirder? She’s never seen us act… like that.”

His smile was contagious and he knew you weren’t completely turned off by his idea through the look in your eye. “This could be so fun.”

You bit your lip. “Okay, I guess. Are you sure you wanna come? It’s at this pub downtown. I think like six of us are going?”

“Fuck yes, I want to come,” his nostrils flared and he looked at you with a joking astoundment as though this was obvious, which it kind of was. He didn’t say things he didn’t mean and he never said more than he had to.

You pretended to consider. “Okay. I suppose you can be my date.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, something he only did sometimes, and swiftly moved back into the bedroom to get dressed. “You’re not gonna regret this, peach.”

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Bucky was always respectful and kind to you, but you’d never really thought of him as a gentleman until he offered –no, insisted, that he pick you up for Friday and even be your DD. He even walked to your door when coming to get you, telling you how beautiful looked even though you were dressed rather casually. If you didn’t know it was fake, you’d probably swoon. He himself was also quite casual, but he sure had a way of wearing his black jacket.

You’d been frantically updating Kate on where you were at because you were nervous to arrive before her. She was a great security blanket when it came to you being around Bruce. Sure, you had Bucky tonight, but you weren’t sure if he’d sense any nerves from you.

She had arrived first, luckily, and met you two outside. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and then she made a strange face when she realized Bucky was holding your hand.

“Look at you two,” she smirked as you approached. “Quite the lovely couple, I see.”

“Don’t make this weird,” you hushed although you were grinning. “Cute outfit.”

She had on her cutest smile. “Thank you, y/n/n. Cute hair.”

“Cute shoes.”

“Cute makeup.”

“No you.”

“No—“

Bucky was giggling, “What about me?”

She pretended to look confident, her chin high as she looked him up and down. “I suppose you have some lovely facial hair today, Barnes.”

You grinned up at him and teased, repeating her, “I suppose.”

He just chuckled and tugged on your hand a bit. “Let’s get inside. I wanna meet this Bruce guy. Also, I’m hungry. This place got good food?”

“Not amazing, but still good. Drinks are divine though,” she told him and swung her arm around your shoulders. Maybe you should’ve just asked her to be your fake girlfriend. However that would’ve meant putting on the role at work and that’s simply not something you wanted to do.

The three of you entered the familiar pub, welcomed by the scent of beer and smoke, and the chatter of laughter and the click of pool cues.

Bucky raised a brow, “We playin’ pool?”

You bit your lip, “Wasn’t planning on it? But who knows.”

Kate had ignored that and bit her lip when she caught where everyone from work was sitting. “Wait, y/n, I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?”

You halted which had Bucky stumble for a second and they both paused beside you. “Oh my god, Kate, you’re not allowed to be nervous. That’s my job.”

Bucky leaned down to be more at your level. “Why are we nervous?”

Kate winced, “What if Bruce sees right through this? What if they ask a question about your relationship and I mess it up for you guys! We should’ve coordinated answers.”

Bucky started chuckling, “Hey, it’s fine. Just don’t think too much about it. Everything’s the same, except me and y/n go on dates sometimes.”

You felt lucky that you were on his left side, because the vibranium wasn’t able to sense how sweaty your palm was against his. “What if they ask how we got together?”

He smirked. “Just say we started as friends with benefits.”

Your hand was definitely sweaty.

“First date?” Kate questioned.

“Harry Styles concert.”

Your eyes widened up at him, “Bucky, no.”

Finally Kate was cracking a smile. Perhaps Bucky would be both of your security blankets tonight. His relaxed mood was rubbing off on you a little already. “Okay, okay. First real date was to the MoMA.”

Your lips parted, a little surprised by the answer because it was actually something the two of you had done before. It was before you’d even started sleeping with each other and was one of the first times you hung out one on one with him. However, before you or Kate could comment, a person stood in front of the three of you and cleared their throat.

“Excuse me, do you three need help finding a seat?” The person was in all black with an apron around her waist, probably a server or bartender, and was doing her best to not look irritated with you.

“Sorry!” Kate apologized and cringed, “Just looking for our friends… Oh look! Found them! Thanks so much!”

She dragged you away, you and Bucky giggling along as you all approached the work table.

“Bishop! Y/l/n!” Your coworker, Clint, called out and raised his beer stein up, “You finally made it!”

Out of everyone, aside from Kate, Clint was the only other person you worked with who had met Bucky before. Luckily, he hadn’t had a long moment with the guy, so he didn’t think twice when he saw Bucky at your side, hand in yours.

“Hey guys,” you gave them a little wave.

One of your coworkers, Gamora, scooted her seat over and patted the one beside her, “Plenty of room for you all.”

Kate took the seat beside her, and you took a second to scope out everyone. Yelena was the only one not here yet, but otherwise there was Clint, Gamora, Helen, Erik, Darcy, and, of course, Bruce. He was on the other end of the table, and luckily the spots around him were taken so even if he had offered, which he hadn’t, there’d be no spot to sit beside him. He still was giving you a little smile, but looking at Bucky a little puzzled.

He was not the only one looking at Bucky.

Darcy patted the chair next to her, “C’mere, you two. This is your boyfriend then, y/n?”

You blushed, the nerves kicking in again but then Bucky gave your hand a little squeeze. He displayed his best charming smile and told Darcy, “The one and only. I’m Bucky.”

She raised a brow, looking impressed for some reason. You soon realized the reason when she looked him up and down. “Well, come sit, handsome.”

“Darcy,” you huffed.

“Oh,” Bucky chuckled, “You’re Darcy? I’ve heard about you.”

“Only the best I presume!”

Bucky did end up sitting by Darcy’s side but pulled your chair closer to him as you sat. You swung your bag and coat over the back of the seat, and the moment you were settled, Bucky had his arm around you.

“Um, so,” You cleared your throat, “Everyone, this is Bucky. Bucky, this is everyone.”

“You’re real good at this,” Kate teased, picking up the drink menu with a little grin.

Gamora nudged her, “Let her live. Introducing everyone to your partner is always a struggle. Remember when I brought Peter for the first time?”

A few of them chuckled and Kate responded, “Yes! Oh, that poor man.”

Bucky gave Kate a nod, “What happened with him?”

Helen, who was sitting on Gamora’s other side, leaned forward a bit to acknowledge Bucky’s question, “Honestly, Kate, Darcy and your beloved girlfriend are the ones to ask. They kept embarrassing the poor man, asking him things like what are your intentions?”

Bucky gave you a look, “Were you bullying the poor guy?”

You leaned over to grab another distant drink menu, hiding your face behind it. “No comment.”

Helen giggled and told Bucky, “I’m Helen by the way. And this is Gamora, Clint, Eric, and Bruce. I’m assuming you already know Kate?”

“Oh yeah,” Kate whistled and leaned back to look cool, “Me and Barnes? We go way back.” They did not go way back.

“We’ve met before,” Clint recalled openly. “Kate’s family banquet thing.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up, “Yeah! You were her mentor back then, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Clint mumbled, picking up his beer and taking a sip. “Didn’t realize you and y/n were a thing, though.”

Erik gave you a look, “So, this is the lad that has you rushing out of work every Friday, hm? He is quite the handsome face. I see why you’d be so eager.” Erik was your mentor when you’d first started on the job. He’d totally caught you grinning at your phone on Friday afternoons, reading Bucky’s texts as he teased you in preparation for that night.

“Oh my god,” you shot him a teasing glare, “I do not rush. And I have other friends! I never said I was going to meet up with my boyfriend!”

Bucky gave you a little grin, teasing, “Well, we do kind of hang out almost every friday, peach. It works best with our schedules.”

Bruce cut in, “I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend?” He was trying to sound casual, but you could see in his eyes that he was deeply confused. Who knew what was going through his head, especially when Bucky started to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, just by your neck.

Gamora looked at Bruce and then back at you, a little smile on her face like she was up to something. “I totally knew you were seeing someone.”

“I just like to be private!” You and Bruce briefly made eye contact.

Kate blew a raspberry, putting the drink menu down, “I’m gonna hop up to the bar and order. Y/n, Bucky, you ready?”

“I’m the designated driver tonight,” Bucky nodded as if this were some philosophical answer and let out a loud sigh, “Yup. Sober night for me.”

You snorted, “You don’t even drink much, you weirdo.” He was never the type to get drunk, or even tipsy really. He would usually have a drink to fit in, but sip it slowly throughout the night.

“I’m kinda hungry though,” Bucky announced. “Any recommendations?”

Helen leaned to slide over a general bar menu that was sitting in the middle of it all, “We were talking earlier about sharing curly fries.”

Bucky furrowed his brow at the menu and said in all seriousness, “I fuckin’ love curly fries.”

“What a coincidence, so do I,” Darcy said proudly.

“I’m trying to fight to also get some nachos,” Erik declared.

Bucky gave him a thumbs up, “I’m down for that too. Kate, I’ll come order with you to grab all that. Y/n, what did you want, baby?”

Peach was one he’d use more regularly in front of friends, as it could be written off easier as platonic in his mind, however baby was one he usually kept private. So, you blushed at it. You still hadn’t been able to read a damn word on the menu so you pointed at some random drink that said honey something. “This, please.”

He glanced at it, “Okay, you’ve got it.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked as he kissed your temple quickly. Kate also got up, following him to the bar.

After you set aside the menu, you glanced up to find that everyone’s eyes were behind you, watching Bucky in the distance, presumably. With both of them gone, you felt vulnerable to everyone’s opinions as though they’d see right through you. Although, no one had any reason to suspect you were lying. You’d probably even mentioned hanging out with him before to Darcy, even using his name. If anyone had ever looked through your social media, there were photos of him. Being friends with your brother, Bucky had been in your life longer than Kate had.

“He’s got a handsome smile,” Erik said in approval. Apparently a handsome smile was all love required because he quickly moved on, “Okay, did any of you hear what happened in HR on thursday?”

Everyone engaged in some gossip over whatever was going on, which you were grateful for. Bruce was quieter than usual, you noticed, but you avoided eye contact so you didn’t quite know what this expression was like.

Soon, you felt Bucky beside you again. He gave you a little smile and handed you your drink and placed some nachos on the table. “Erik, my man, here you go.”

Kate placed the curly fries.

“Oi, you are a gem,” Erik praised before grabbing a big chunk. “I’ll pay ya back.”

“On me,” Bucky insisted, reaching to grab his own share. He placed some on a plate and brought it closer to you.

“Thanks,” you said quietly before taking a sip of your drink. Luckily, whatever it was, it tasted pretty good.

The group settled into a comfortable chatter, continuing on about the HR stuff and diving into little drama things. And of course, just as Bucky promised, his hand was on your thigh. It was his right hand, warm and firm through the fabric of your pants. You swore he pressed a little harder every time you laughed at something, and you also swore that each time Bruce spoke up, Bucky’s hand moved upward as well. Still, you remained calm and relaxed. Bucky was getting along nicely with everyone and you almost forgot how you had to be pretending here. Even though this was something you never did publicly, his hand on you was something normal and comforting.

Before you knew it, you had finished your drink. Your cheeks were warm and you realized you probably drank it a little fast. The damn thing was good. You wondered if there was real honey in it.

“Peach?” Bucky leaned over, his words warm on your cheek, “Want another?”

You pursed your lips while pondering over the glass. “I think so.”

“Hey,” he said to get your attention pointed his way instead. You understood and looked over, his nose nearly touching yours. He had a curious look on his face, the corners of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin, “You doin’ okay?”

You nodded and he absolutely did not miss the way you glanced down at his mouth because he mirrored your action. You thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you then. He had said earlier he would to make Bruce jealous, and you momentarily panicked, realizing you’d never kissed in front of anyone before. However he quickly pulled back and stood up, knowing how much his teasing drove you crazy, “Be right back. Does anyone else need a refill?”

Darcy lifted her glass, “Me, please!”

Bucky somehow knew what she was having and accepted her glass.

“I love this guy,” Dary laughed openly and happily with you and you couldn’t help but giggle along.

Gamora had been glancing at her phone and raised her finger to tell evefryone something, “Hey, folks, Yelena finally texted. She’s just pulling up with Nat.”

“Why is she so late!” Clint scolded although his anger wasn’t serious.

You and Kate however froze over the name Nat and stared at each other.

“Um. Her sister?” Kate asked. “Didn’t realize she was comin.”

“Oh yeah,” Gamora was typing something back to Yelena, “I told everyone this earlier, but you guys weren’t here yet. Hey, y/n, she’s friends with your brother, Steve, right? She must know Bucky then!”

You smiled awkwardly, hoping it didn’t look that way. “Definitely. Yelena’s never met him, but Nat? Yup. Absolutely. Yup, yup.”

“Uh oh,” Darcy smirked, sensing your awkwardness contrary to your efforts, “What’s up with you? Is there some drama there?”

There was zero drama there. Nat got along with you and Bucky very well, however not only did you not tell her about your fake dating plan, but she had no clue you and Bucky were friends with benefits in the first place. And on top of that, Steve had no clue either, and he’d definitely be hearing about this night from her if his little sister was involved.

You went to pull out your phone, hoping that even though Nat was probably right in the parking lot or even closer, that you’d be able to text her an explanation and that she’d read and understand the explanation before she got to the table. However, just as you pulled out her contact, you heard Yelena’s familiar voice, “Hi, guys!”

You raised your eyes, seeing the two sisters wander over, looking lovely and happy as ever. How the hell were you supposed to warn Bucky?

Everyone greeted them. The only two spots left happened to be the one right beside you, and the one at the end of the table. Yelena placed her coat at the end chair, so Nat came and sat beside you, her eyes lighting up when she saw you.

“Little Rogers,” she teased, giving you a little side hug as she sat, “I thought you’d be here!”

“Yeah, Nat, good to see ya, um, can I talk–”

“Here ya go, peach,” Bucky’s voice had you freeze up, especially when Natasha looked up and gave him a confused look. He was oblivious to her at first, only ntoicing Yelena after placing down your drinks. “Oh hey, you must be–”

“Bucky?” Nat laughed, sitting up a bit more and leaning toward him to swat his shoulder, “Why are you here?”

Kate started choking on her drink in fear.

Bucky had a smile still on, but his eyes were worried for the first time all evening. “Uh…” When he didn’t know what to say, you knew you were screwed. Sure, Nat knew you and Bucky were close, but it still seemed weird that you brought him along to some work hangout especially when she’d never heard the two of you doing that before.

Yelena, despite being Nat’s sister, had never met Bucky and her eyes lit up, “Oh! You’re her boyfriend, then? I thought Gamora’s text was lying when she said y/n was bringing a man along.”

Nat laughed but then saw the panicked look in yours and Buckys’ eyes. “Wait, what?”

For the most part, everyone was oblivious to how confused Natasha was, or they were just polite and didn’t comment.

Clint leaned forward to talk to Nat, “Hey, Bucky’s here.”

“I see that, thank you,” she grinned awkwardly, “I wasn’t aware you two were… dating? I mean, I’m not surprised. I’m more surprised with how I’m finding out–”

You had cut her off as you started to ramble, coming up with some idea of how to spin this “Nat, we just didn’t want to tell Steve yet and –huh? You’re not surprised?”

“Yeah. You two are hanging out like all the time. And don;’t get me started on the crush Bucky had on you when you were teenagers and–”

“Nat,” Bucky’s jaw clenched, “Can we talk privately for a sec? Now?”

She rolled her eyes, assuming he was mad that you guys were caught because now she’d of course have to tell Steve. “Listen, Steve has to know, you guys! The longer you wait the more upset–”

“Natasha,” he insisted with a huff, standing up. He was not taking no for an option, so once again, she rolled her eyes and followed.

“Sorry, I’ll be one sec, thanks to Grumpy Barnes,” Nat gave you and her sister a look, slightly annoyed before she disappeared outside with Bucky.

Darcy’s eyes were wide and the moment they were gone, she was staring right at you. “You haven’t told your brother about your relationship!”

You didn’t even have to lie as you told her, “I just know he’d react weirdly and I don’t want to ruin a good thing.”

Helen tilted her head, “Sweetheart, if it’s a good thing, then it’ll be okay, right?”

Yelena added, leaning back in her chair as she stole a plate of nachos, “I’ve met Steve once or twice. Seems like an understanding man.”

Surprisingly, Bruce also spoke up in defense of your relationship, and you had to stare at him in confusion as he said, “I’m sure your brother would be happy knowing his sister and best friend have found love, right?”

I don’t think he’d be so happy knowing we have not found love but instead he’s railing me senseless every week, you thought to yourself but of course did not say this. “I suppose,” is what you said instead.

Bruce, although he looked disappointed since you showed up, he gave you a little smile, happy to finally have your attention, “You two seem good together. I’m sure it’d be nice to be open with your family.”

Once again, you were truthful. “This is kind of the first time we’ve really gone out with others and been able to be… like this? I mean, Kate has known about us, but even then…”

Kate let out a snort, “I have never heard him call you baby in my life.”

You blushed and held onto your glass, feeling the condensation and distracting your gaze by gathering the droplets together.

“How long have you even been together?” Erik asked. “I swear you’ve been blushing at your phone for months.”

You bit your lip. “Um. It’s complicated?”

Kate outed you, “They were friends with benefits.”

“Kate,” your eyes widened at her, even though what she was saying was true aside from the past tense.

“Oh dear,” Helen giggled.

“Nice,” Darcy smirked.

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and around the same moment Natasha had made her way back to the table. You couldn’t help but feel the lack of Bucky’s presence, but you saw that he had texted you. Before reading it however, you glanced nervously at Nat.

She was giving you a suspiciously tight little grin, “Hey.”

“Hi,” you squeaked.

Darcy leaned over to grin at her, “How ya feelin’, Nat?”

Nat put her arm around you, giving you a wink, “Your secret is safe with me, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” you blushed, afraid of what the fuck Bucky may have told her. You peaked at your phone, hoping she didn’t see.

I told her its fake to try to get bruce off ur ass. We r in the clear.

You grinned, about to put your phone away, figuring he’d come back to the table soon, but then he messaged again.

Meet me in the bathroom.

You slid your phone away then, unsure of how to get up and leave without it being obvious. Perhaps there was no way to do so, so you just needed to be confident about your actions. You gave Nat a pat on the shoulder and she got the idea to take her arm off you. “I’ll be right back.”

“Team meeting?” Kate teased, however she wasn’t completely joking because she really wanted to be filled in on what just happened.

Instead you just gave her an awkward smile, hoping to convey that everything was fine, but she just seemed lost. You left anyway.

You had never been to this place and it took you a hot moment to find the bathrooms. Surprisingly, Bucky was not situated outside the bathrooms and you paused to look around, wondering if he decided to meet you elsewhere. For a single illogical second you even worried that this was too weird for him and he ditched. That’s be quite a shitty move for a designated driver though, and Bucky was not a shitty guy.

Along with the binary washrooms, they had a small single gender neutral washroom, so you figured to poke your head in there, however that was empty. Perhaps that was a good thing, because using gender neutral washrooms as an excuse for rendezvous with some man and not for the intended use of a safe space to use a toilet, simply was unethical, you thought.

A person walked out of the woman’s washroom which startled you. The person just gave you a strange glance but walked away. Feeling like you looked like a weirdo, you went into the woman’s washroom because that was a normal action.

Only one of the stalls was in use and the air dryer was still flowing loudly from the last user. You crept in, letting the door slam, and went to wash your hands, unsure of what to do with yourself. Where the fuck is Bucky?

However, peering at the closed stall, you saw some familiar shoes under the door’s crack.

You tilted your head and called out, “Hello?”

“Mhm?” A voice that had to be Bucky squeaked back, sounding like he was trying to sound feminine or nonchalant but instead sounded like a fool.

You whisper yelled, “Bucky?”

He whisper yelled back, “Y/n?”

Feeling relief, you began to giggle to yourself and dried your hands off. “Get out here. Why are you in the women's washroom!”

In the mirror reflection you saw him peak his head out of the stall, looking to see if you were alone. “Well, Nat brought me in here to talk. She did not care for my opinion on the idea. And then she left me here!”

“Um,” you tried not to laugh, “Well, why did you not just follow her back?”

“I went to wipe some sweat off my forehead– she can be nerve wracking, and some women came in so I had to hide.” Bucky looked so relieved to see you, looking at you with wanting eyes and walking up behind you, watching you back in the mirror.

You grinned, “So you just asked me to come in here and save you?”

He looked sheepish as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against yours as he hugged you from behind, “I also just like you.”

You swore your heart skipped and you had to hold onto his hands tightly just in case you started shaking nervously. It felt silly, the idea that you were normally completely fine being naked in front of the man, yet him saying I just like you, had you feeling giddy. “So, everything is fine with Natasha?”

“Mhm,” in the mirror, he was not looking at you really, but seemingly looking at the reflection of your intertwined fingers, “I just told her the truth, aside from, well, yunno.”

“And she bought it? She seemed fine, I think.”

With his throat by yours, you could hear him gulp before he responded. “I think so. She seemed really convinced though that we’d end up together.”

As his hands held yours still, you felt a boost of confidence. “Did you really have a little crush on me as teens?”

His smile grew and he tried to play it off with a laugh, “Listen, c’mon! You were pretty and made me laugh. That’s the formula for teen love.”

“Am I no longer pretty?” You teased.

He laughed again and lowered his head to kiss your shoulder, mumbling, “You know you’re pretty.”

“So I no longer make you laugh then? Can’t believe this.”

“Shut up,” He chuckled lightly, his mouth back on your shoulder but he paused there. You swore his grip tightened on you and you could see him pondering something in the mirror reflection. Although you wondered what he was thinking, you didn’t want to push and lose the moment. He was warm against your back and his words had been soft beside your ear.

However, as you were embracing the moment, he had pulled back, yet only slightly so that he could turn you around in his arms to face him.

Bucky looked you in the eye, his expression suddenly a little more serious. “You, y/n, are so pretty, and you make me laugh every single day.”

“Too bad that’s not the formula for love when you’re an adult,” you teased, your hand subconsciously fiddling with the lower hem of his knit shirt.

He cracked the smallest smile, yet was still gazing at you seriously. “You’re off limits, though. You always have been.”

Your movements faltered just as your smile did. This is not a direction you expected this to go in and you wanted so desperately to know what he meant by that. “W-what?”

His lips were in that subconscious pout of his which he did when he was thinking too much. “You’re Steve’s sister. That’s just… it’s off limits.”

Attempting to hold onto confidence, you joked, “Well, I’m pretty sure touching me under my shirt is a bit off limits too, but that hasn’t stopped you.”

“Yeah, but–” his jaw briefly clenched, “Being a boyfriend to you? This whole situation tonight? Imagine Steve’s face. Imagine your mom’s face.”

In a quiet questioning gaze, you wondered where all this was coming from. “Are you saying dating me would be worse than just taking me to bed?”

His grip on your waist moved to your hips. The look in his eye was familiar yet rare, and you never knew how to place it. He looked full of want, but not in the way he did before taking off your clothes. There was a sadness to it that went unexplained. “It’d be something. Worse implies that this is already bad. And neither situation is bad at all, it’s just… it’d be, something.”

“I- I don’t get what you’re even going on about, Buck,” you admitted vulnerably. You realized his expression matched the way he’d look at you in the mornings if you ever stayed the night, and it was the way he’d look at you after a gathering with all your friends when he had to say goodbye to you  as though it was the same as bidding farewell to everyone else.

Still, though, this expression was all he gave you. His words tonight were more than you’d gotten. Filling whatever he allowed himself to access, he was kissing you then before you realized he was leaning in. Perhaps he had been leaning in all along.

Bucky was steady at first, but one kiss became more, and he was displaying all the desire he could through the touch of his mouth to yours and the slide of his tongue.

Even though it was a completely normal thing between the two of you, you felt a little embarrassed as you moaned against his mouth without realizing it was going to happen.

In response, Bucky let out a deep groan, lightly pushing you backward by the hips, up against the counter. The action had you giving into your hunger, whatever it was, your hands went to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer by the back of his head.

“Y/n,” he moaned against your mouth. You embraced his breaths, the tension of being pressed between the counter and his own hips was driving you up the wall. “I liked holding you, unafraid of the others watching.”

You just smiled against his lips.

He continued, “Getting to touch you in public without worrying? Fuck, baby.”

You giggled, “That sounds like voyeurism, you weirdo.”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” he grinned. Suddenly he was pulling you up by the hips, placing you on the counter beside the sink. Your legs went around his waist naturally, pulling him closely to your core. Bucky’s mouth moved to kiss your cheek, and then your jaw, and he made a needy sound as he neared your ear, “I mean I like being beside you and calling you baby and having everyone know that it’s me who makes you feel good.”

You shuddered at both his words and the breath against your ear.

He continued to your neck, messy and hungry kisses pressing against you. “You like the sound of that, baby?”

“Mhm,” you gasped quietly.

He groaned, “You have no idea how much I want you.”

If it weren’t for the hardness pressing between your legs completely distracting you, you would’ve been thinking far too deeply about all of this. You’d analyze his words later, because for now, you just wanted him too.

You slipped your hands down, finding the zipper of his pants while he continued at your neck, sliping between wet kisses and light sucking. He whined against you as you slipped your hand under the fabric, going to his erection and gliding over it confidently.

As you began your slow and teasing movements up and down his length, he dropped his forehead against your shoulder, trying to gather himself.

Quietly, Bucky said, “Are you trying to tease me?”

“Maybe,” you hummed, your free hand going to his chin to lift his gaze to yours. I want you. You could practically hear his thoughts. It was written all over his face. And you had no doubt that your expression mirrored his. I. Want. You.

You sped up the pace, a slight twist in your wrist in the way you knew he liked. You were in awe as his mouth parted, watching you back.

However, the sound of the bathroom door opening had you both freezing, your hearts dropping as you both realized how you were a couple of damn idiots. You’d been so lost in the moment you didn’t even think to hold it together to get out of here and maybe go to the car, or at the very least think to lock the door.

“Um, what the fuck?”

Bucky and you looked toward Natasha, who of course, happened to be the one to walk in on this moment. The two of you probably looked like deers caught in headlights, and you honestly didn’t know if it was the favoured or least favoured scenario that Nat happened to walk in instead of a stranger.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky hissed.

Your hand was very clearly in his pants, and there was no way of hiding it. Bucky’s hair was also quite ruffled up, and there was no hiding that either.

Nat looked at both of you in horror, eyes darting back and forth for what felt like the longest moment ever.

“‘Fake’ my ass,” She finally smirked.

“Nat, this isn’t–”

She cut you off, “Don’t you dare say this isn’t what it looks like.” She walked backward, about to head out of the door, “What a turn of events.”

Before you knew it, Nat had slipped back out into the hallway. Your hand slipped away from Bucky, horror rushing over you as you processed how dangerous this could have been and how much trouble you could’ve gotten in if a stranger had walked in.

Once more, Bucky hissed, because there was nothing else to really say, “Fuck.”

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Is there going to be anymore added to the Chris evans social media au? I Dont usually read posts like that but I have LOVED yours. Hope there will be more.

Yes there is supposed to be more. I just have to find the time and the inspiration to work on it. Hopefully I’ll be able to post soon

Winter (2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter

Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.

Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.

“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”

“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice

“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned

“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused

“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”

“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again

“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled

“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”

“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic

“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”

“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK

“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him

SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY

“Perimeter check”

PERIMETER SECURED

“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”

OF COURSE MR STARK.

Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers

“What”- everyone whispered

“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen

THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK

“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”

THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO

“What the hell”- Sam whispered

“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends

“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam

“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem

“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.

“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk

“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted

“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped

“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend

“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”

“What”

“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking

“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony

“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes

“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed

“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”

It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.

It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange

“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him

“Did you find something?”- Steve asked

“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”

“What is it?”

“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking

“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked

“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony

“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence

“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally

“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible

“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again

The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room

“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky

“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”

“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”

Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling

“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?

“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”

Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?

Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter

“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”

“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already

“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”

“I couldn’t Mr Stark”

“What… FRIDAY-“

“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room

“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”

“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked

“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”

“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?

“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him

“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.

“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”

“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed

“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye

“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow

“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off

“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”

“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.

“Authorization required”

“What?”- Tony was speechless

“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.

They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.

“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.

Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.

“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”

“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”

“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out

“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.

“Winter”- you whispered.

you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?

The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?

“Bucky”- Steve said

“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night

“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say

“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you

“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter

“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you

“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam

“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now

“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it

“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”

They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever

“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black

“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out

“Of course miss”

“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.

You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.

You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!

A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers

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